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I’m not what you would call slutty but kinky or freaky would describe me fairly well. I just love anything and everything to do with sex, straight bi or gay I like it all and never pass up an opportunity to try something new.



I’ve never had a problem finding hot guys to fuck and sexy girls just LOVE to explore with me after a few drinks. Guys and gals alike have told me that my body is just to die for. My hair is long and black, my boobs are big and full and my ass is full, round and tanned a perfect shade of brown. I’m not skinny but I’m not fat either, “curvy” describes my body perfectly.



A few weeks ago my girlfriend Sasha and I were drinking on my deck out in the sun talking about butt sex. Sasha and her boyfriend were relatively new to ass play while I was fairly experienced with anal pleasures. We talked about the usual things, does it hurt? Is it messy? Why do guys like it? etc etc etc until I asked her a question that really caught her off guard.



“You ever fuck a guy in the ass?.”



She blushed and giggled,



“Like, me fuck a guy with a dildo or something?” she replied.



“Sure” I grinned, “dildo’s, fingers, vibes, whatever is around.”



Sasha sipped her vodka and giggled again but didn’t say anything so I pushed on.



“Don’t get all weird Sash! It’s not that big of a deal, I’ve done it lots.”



“What!” she squealed and genuinely looked shocked.



Sasha and I were best friends but until then I had kept that particular aspect of my sex life from her. It’s true, I used to ass fuck my ex boyfriend Johnny and we both LOVED it. We had since broken up but I hadn’t forgotten the crazy power surge I got from bending him over and feeding him dildos.



Sasha and I spent the next hour drinking and talking about all the times I had made Johnny whimper beneath me as I fucked his tight ass. By the time the vodka bottle was empty we were both tipsy and very horny.



“I think I want to try it” Sasha said after a final sip of booze.



“Are you serious?” I asked.



She smiled and squirmed in her lounger, “YES!” she exclaimed.



I quickly formed a little plan in my mind.



“Tell you what honey, Johnny has been wanting to get together with me ever since I dumped him, I bet you I could get him over here ASAP.”



We both giggled and looked at each other devilishly.



“Were going to need some more vodka” she smirked…….



I texted Johnny telling him to come over for some naughty fun, just like I expected he texted back immediately saying he’d be over in half an hour.



Johnny was a great guy and a great boyfriend for awhile, but eventually I tired of him. Physically he was gorgeous, 26 years old, six foot four and almost 200 pounds of pure muscle. He was a personal trainer so he kept his body in tip top shape. He was tanned and smooth and his eight inch cock was always a lot of fun to play with. The reason we broke up was that Johnny was just too damn in love with me, he’d bend to my every wish and would do anything I asked no matter how ridiculous it was. In bed he was very submissive which was fun at first but got old fast. Johnny was loving, beautiful and had the body of an adonis but he was kind of a wimp and I wanted a guy who wasn’t afraid to treat me like shit if I deserved it.



I had zero intentions of getting back together with Johnny, but for the purpose of having a little fun he fit the bill perfectly.



We came in off the deck but remained in our bikinis, why put something on if it’s just coming right off you know?



Sure enough right when he said he would our boy toy for the evening came knocking at the door. Sasha put her drink down and ran into the bedroom giggling.



The front door was open so Johnny let himself in. I hadn’t seen him in a while and damn did he ever look good. His muscle shirt showed off his beefy upper body and his tight jeans teasingly concealed the meaty cock I knew he had. Before he could speak I pounced on him and kissed him hard, hmmmmm his familiar lips tasted oh so good. His hands found my ass and squeezed hard, just as a soft moan escaped his lips I pulled away.



“What was that for?” he asked dumfounded.



I ignored his silly question and grabbed him by the belt buckle,



“Just shut up and follow me, no questions” I said as I led him into my bedroom.



Sasha was on the bed, still in her bikini and she definitely looked ready for some fun. Like me she had big full tits and a round ass, unlike me however her hair was barbie doll blonde and her entire back was tattooed, definitely a sexy girl!



Johnny looked surprised to see my cute friend in the bedroom but before he could say anything we both attacked him. I kissed him again and rubbed his chest as Sasha fought with his belt buckle. I heard her gasp so I looked down and sure enough there it was, Johnny’s big hard meat stick, shaved and veiny just like I remembered it. She wasted no time engulfing it with her sexy lips, causing Johnny to throw his head back and moan.



I moved down to my knees behind Johnny and pulled his pants off. While Sasha worked his cock I spanked and teased his smooth tanned ass from behind. I could tell he liked it because he immediately moaned and stuck his ass out into my face. I raked my nails over his cheeks and probed his tight little asshole with my tongue, which really got him moaning like a slut!



“Alright Steph, lets switch it up!” Sasha giggled as she playfully pushed me out of the way.



Without a second of hesitation she dove in and tasted her first man ass. I quickly ran to the night table and grabbed my handy dandy bottle of lube. Johnny saw me giggle with the bottle in my hand and he shot me a look of nervous apprehension, awwww poor baby was nervous, I ignored him.



“Here baby, let’s get his sexy ass warmed up” I moved beside Sasha and gave Johnny another little spank.



“Bend over sexy!” I ordered and immediately Johnny stepped forward and put his hands out on the bed in front of him and thrust his ass high in the air.



I smeared lube all over his smooth cheeks and put a good sized glob right over his hungry asshole.



“Here” I grabbed Sasha’s hand and licked her finger, “be gentle and start with one.”



She smiled and gently teased and probed Johnny’s asshole. I reached around and stroked his massive tool, enjoying the slutty little look on his face. Sasha pushed gently and inserted her dainty finger into Johnny’s ass, as she pushed I could feel his swollen dick pulse in my hand, he moaned like a bitch and Sasha and I both giggled.



We built up speed slowly until Sasha was rhymically sliding her finger all the way in and all the way out of Johnny’s muscled ass.



“I think he’s ready for more” she purred.



“Go ahead sweetie” I smiled.



Sasha applied more lube and began fucking my ex’s sexy ass with two fingers.



“Hmmm I’ve missed you Steph” he blurted out between groans.



“SShhh!” was my reply as I jumped up and ran to the night table again.



I returned with my big thick double headed dildo that I sometimes used with my girlfriends. Johnny had never seen that particular toy before and his eyes widened as I brought it over to him.



“Steph wait I…..” he started to say but I cut him off quickly by smacking him in the face with the fake cock.



“Suck my dick” I ordered sternly.



Despite his apprehension the ass fucking and dick stroking he was receiving was too powerful. He was really bouncing his ass back towards Sasha’s hand and his cock was dripping pre cum like a faucet.



I stood right by his head and waved my big pink dildo in front of his face. He caved and did what I told him too, just like always. He took the dildo’s massive head into his mouth and slurped like a slut. Still tugging his cock I used my other hand to face fuck him with my dildo.



Apparently the double dose of attention he was receiving was too much because after a few minutes Johnny moaned that he was going to cum. Sasha and I quickly pushed him onto the bed and backed away from him.



“Ohhhh no you don’t big boy, not yet” I winked at him, “Sasha get that bikini off and get down on the bed with Johnny, ass to ass!.”



She didn’t need to be told twice that’s for sure, giggling and smiling she got naked and positioned herself on all fours with her firm tanned ass pressed up against Johnny’s.



The two of them there on the bed were quite a sight, Sasha bent over with her full tits hanging down with rock hard nipples and Johnny on all fours with his fat cock dangling and dripping pre cum, what a lucky girl I was!



“Time for some fucking!” I squealed and Johnny and Sasha both purred in delight.



I positioned the big meaty dildo between their asses and spread plenty of lube over both ends. I gently passed one end into Sasha’s dripping wet pussy and put the other into Johnny’s sexy man ass. Both my playthings moaned like bitches in heat and started rocking back and forth, their sexy asses slapping together and their faces twisted with pleasure.



Being the only one still in clothes at that point, I quickly tore my bikini off and positioned myself on my back in front of Johnny. He was really moaning and groaning then so I grabbed his head and shoved him into my bald pussy, pleasure rolled over me as his familiar tongue played with my clit.



Sasha and I were both moaning like sluts by then, her with a fat dildo in her pussy and me with a sexy hunk of a man lapping at mine. I squirmed to the side so I could reach Johnny’s cock and began jerking him off hard and fast.



“Uh, uh, uhhhhhh I’m gonna cum!” he grunted.



Sasha and I smiled at each other and quickly stopped our fucking and slipped away from Johnny.



“No no nooooo” he moaned in frustration as his climax slipped away for the second time.



“Not yet big boy” I teased him, “get on your back.”



He obediently moved to his back and began stroking his cock. I slapped his hand away and moved so I was above him basically sitting on his face,



“Make me cum” I demanded.



I grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up high towards his chest.



Sasha took the hint and re inserted the dildo into his exposed ass. Johnny groaned and ate my pussy like his life depended on it.



Hard and fast Sasha rammed the dildo into Johnny’s inviting ass all the while tugging his hefty cock with her other hand. Johnny moaned and groaned but the sounds were muffled by my beautiful bald pussy smothering his face.



I felt my orgasm begin and almost lost my grip on Johnny’s legs as wave after wave of pleasure shocked my body. I came so hard that for a second it almost sounded as if Johnny was drowning in my juices!



“Uh uh uh uh fuuuuuck” Johnny really began grunting up a storm letting us know he was close.



“Fuck him baby, fuck that ass hard!” I shouted.



Sasha thrust the dildo harder and harder and jerked his cock faster and faster and sent Johnny into a hysterical fit of pleasure.



The first spurt of cum flew from his cock so forcefully that it actually hit me right in the chest as I sat on Johnny’s face. His hips bucked wildly as rope after rope of jizz splattered over his neck, chest and abs. I swear he must have shot at least ten shots of cum into the air!



Sasha and I both laughed and smiled at each other,



“Well” I asked “what did you think of your first dose of man ass?.”



She licked her lips and gently pulled the dildo from Johnny’s well fucked ass,



“Well, I think Johnny should go clean himself up while you and I call my boyfriend and tell him to get HIS sexy ass over here ASAP!”

My wife’s note was enough to excite me. The details of her sexual exploits with the maid sent waves of energy through me. Then, to go upstairs and see her and Angelica sexily clad in lingerie, booted heels, and strapped for play was so exhilarating that I could barely resist cumming in my pants.



“Hello, Ladies,” I said from the entry way to our bedroom.



My wife answered, “Shut up and come here.”



I did as I was told. I walked over to them, looking each of them over as I approached. I caught myself starting at their centers, each with a large rubber cock protruding from their hips. I arrived in front of my wife and we kissed long and hard. Our tongues danced back and forth passionately and I felt Angelica’s hands moving over my body. I tingled to her touch and the excitement of my wife’s kiss. I twitched a little when Angelica began rubbing my hard on through my pants.



My wife moved her hands downward and un-tucked my shirt to pull it over my head. Angelica undid my pants and pulled them, along with my boxers, to the floor. I stepped out of the cumbersome clothing and stood naked and vulnerable to them both.



Angelica stayed on her knees and my wife joined her. They stared at my cock for a moment then looked at each other. They locked in a kiss as passionate as the one my wife and I had just shared. Angelica continued to kiss my wife as she reached up and took my cock into her hand. She rubbed her soft hands up and down my shaft. Then she broke her kiss with my wife. They smiled at each other and Angelica grabbed the back of my wife’s head. She guided my wife’s mouth to my cock.



I nearly exploded to the warm wetness of my wife’s mouth. My wife took me full into her throat. Her tongue pressed tightly to the underside of my cock. The sensation was delightful. Then Angelica moved around behind me. She ran her hands up and down my legs, over my ass, and to my lower back. She moved her hands to my ass cheeks and opened me for her access. I felt the firm point of her tongue press hard against my hole, and I nearly came in my wife’s throat. Angelica’s tongue danced tight circles around my hole as my wife continued to suck. Then Angelica reached up around me and held my wife by her hair. My wife’s face held in place and Angelica buried her tongue in my ass. I began rocking back and forth, alternating between fucking my wife’s mouth and my ass with the maid’s tongue. I was so close to cumming that it was hard to stop when Angelica pulled away and let go of my wife’s hair.



Angelica stood up behind me and motioned for my wife to stand as well. She gave a quick order.



“Bed,” Angelica said with a hard slap on my ass.



I moved to the bed and crawled onto the high mattress. I looked over to see my wife rubbing lube all over her rubber cock. My wife then gave her order.



“On all fours.”



I got onto all fours and felt the weight on the mattress shift behind me. My wife had moved in between my legs and was rubbing the tip of her well-lubed rubber extension over my hole. Then Angelica positioned herself in front of me with her toy at my mouth. They both pushed forward simultaneously and I was immediately filled from both ends. My wife pumped into my ass while Angelica began to fuck my face. Each of my wife’s thrusts forced Angelica’s cock deeper into my mouth. I did all I could not to gag at the oral invasion and cum to the anal delight.



I covered Angelica’s dong with my spit before my wife pulled her cock from my ass. I could feel my ass gaping and begging for more. Angelica grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth feverishly. The back of the dildo was rubbing her clit and she soared into a moaning orgasm.



I heard my wife unbuckle her harness and she moved around next to Angelica. She gave Angelica a quick kiss and Angelica pulled her cock from my mouth. My wife then moved beneath me and were linked up in a “69″ position. She took my cock into her mouth once again and I buried my face into her pussy. My tongue was immediately soaked with her juices.



Angelica moved behind me and slid her slick cock into me. My begging ass was answered with a single, hard thrust. Angelica pounded into me while my wife and I exchanged oral favors. Suddenly, I felt my wife’s pussy clench my tongue. She reached down and grabbed my head. She held me still as she began to grind her clit against my mouth. She came hard against my tongue.



Her orgasm subsided and Angelica slowed her thrusting. Then my wife pulled away and turned over and around. She laid face-down beneath me.



“Fuck me,” she ordered and I eased down into her. My cock had no problem finding her sweet center and sliding into her. Angelica then picked up her thrusts once more. She pounded into me as I pounded into my wife. The sensation became too much to bear. I exploded. I sent stream after stream of thick cum into my wife until I was completely spent.



I collapsed onto my wife’s back and Angelica collapsed onto mine. We lay there panting in ecstasy until I broke the silence.



“Thank you, ladies,” I said exhausted, but grinning.



Angelica answered, “You’re welcome,” with one last hard thrust that sent a shockwave through me and my wife in simultaneous pleasure.

Richard was sitting in the living room watching The Biggest Loser — thinking to himself: I am a big loser for watching this — when the doorbell rang. He looked at his wife, who indicated her disinclination for answering the door by reaching for another fistful of Orville Redenbacher’s finest.



With a long-suffering sigh, Richard got up and padded to the door.



If it’s a bloody salesman, I’ll…



It was a familiar refrain. He never did discover what he’d do (beyond listening politely to the pitch) before closing the door gently on the individual who looked at him as though he’d just stepped on a puppy.



The individual on the doorstep was not a salesman. Infinitely worse — it was a saleswoman, complete with a name tag and a tote bag of samples or whatever. To Richard’s annoyance, this saleswoman evidently suffered from illiteracy given that she had not heeded the No Soliciting sign displayed prominently on the door.



Richard was about to point this out in the most firm (yet polite) manner possible when the sunniest smile he’d ever seen stuffed his words back into his mouth.



“Good evening,” said the girl. The girl was red-haired, green eyed, and becomingly freckled. Richard noted that this attribute extended to the upper slopes of her chest, where a galaxy of freckles swirled like stars above a remarkably curvaceous landscape.



The girl was, he estimated, in her early twenties. She was petite and perky and (as far as Richard could see) impossibly wholesome. She’d outgrow all of that eventually, but for now Richard was positively smitten.



“Good evening,” said Richard, finally finding his voice after an unnerving pause.



“You are the man of the house?”



He liked that: man of the house. King of his castle (such as it was). Master of his domain.



“I am. But look, I have to tell you that whatever it is that you’re selling, I either have it already or don’t need it.”



The girl smiled a beatific smile that lit her face and caused Richard a certain sympathetic afterglow. “I doubt it,” she said.



“Come again?”



“You don’t even know what I’m selling. You can’t say that you don’t need it before you know what it is,” she chided.



True, he thought. “What is it then?”



“Orgasms,” she said matter-of-factly.



Had he heard right? “Orgasms,” he repeated.



The girl nodded. “The biggest orgasm you’ve ever had. Guaranteed.”



“Let me get this straight. You’re selling orgasms?”



The girl nodded with a hint of exasperation, as though she were speaking to someone of meager wit.



“That’s… er… unusual.”



“I get that a lot. Or would you rather have the greenest lawn in the neighborhood? If so, there’s someone canvassing your street a few minutes behind me.”



“Oh. No.” Any self respecting king of a castle took care of his own lawn.



“At any rate, satisfaction is guaranteed or your money back.”



“For an orgasm?”



“Absolutely.”



“But you can’t commodify orgasms,” Richard protested. “It just isn’t done.”



“Why not?” asked the girl.



Richard had no answer for that.



“If you think about it,” continued the girl, “knowledge is commodified in the selling of encyclopedias. Why not this?”



Before Richard could formulate a response — he suspected that the logic was faulty — June’s voice rang out from the depths of the house. “Who is it?” she yelled from the living room.



“A salesperson,” said Richard.



“What does he want?”



“She. She wants to sell me an orgasm.”



Without missing a beat, June called, “Tell her that you already had one.”



“You can never have too many,” said the girl helpfully.



“True,” said Richard. Realizing that he’d kept her on his doorstep too long and that the lawn care guy was just a few doors down, he invited her in.



He led her to the living room.



“June, this is…”



“Melanie,” offered the girl.



“And this is June and I’m Richard.”



“Dick,” said the girl.



“Oh, he doesn’t like Dick,” said June.



Richard winced.



“Richard it is, then,” said Melanie with a dazzling grin.



June, invested as she was in the weight loss struggles of a bunch of overweight strangers on television, invited Melanie and Richard to go away with an imperious wave of her hand. They retired to the kitchen.



“Water?” asked Richard.



“That would be great.”



After Richard had ensured that Melanie would be properly hydrated, he asked, “So how does this work?”



“It’s pretty simple, really. I’m going to show you some techniques that will guarantee a spectacular climax. Later, you’ll be able to employ these techniques by yourself or with your wife to ensure mind-blowing climaxes every time.”



“Techniques?”



“Let me surprise you. It’ll be easier that way.”



All this talk about techniques and orgasms had Richard a little aroused.



“Okay,” said Richard after negotiating the terms. “But let me check with June.”



In sharp contrast with the excitement that Richard now felt, the contestants on the television were looking positively miserable.



“What do you think?” he asked June.



Not taking her eyes from the screen, she said, “I suppose it’s okay if you really want one.”



Melanie smiled again, unleashing a tingle of expectation in Richard’s nether regions. “That’s great!”



“Well then, where would you want to do this?”asked Richard.



“The bedroom is customary, but we can do it here or even in the kitchen if you’d prefer.”



“Off to the bedroom then.”



“Will you be joining us?” Melanie asked June.



“Give me ten minutes. Fifteen tops.”



Richard led Melanie to the bedroom and closed the door behind them. She placed her bag at the foot of the bed.



“You should take off your clothes,” said Melanie.



“You want me naked?”



“It usually works better that way.”



Richard hesitated.



“Do you want me to go first?” asked Melanie.



“Um… Sure.”



“Great. It’s easier and more effective if both of us are naked, but some folks don’t like it for some reason. Go figure.”



“Go figure,” said Richard, mouth suddenly dry. He watched as she stripped, folding her clothes carefully and placing them beside the bed. Melanie was perfectly proportioned and sported a tattoo of small butterfly to the left of a neat strip of pubic hair. Her belly button, as seemed the custom of girls of her age, sported a gleaming jewel of some sort.



“You’re pretty,” observed Richard lamely.



“Thanks.”



“But I have to ask — why are you doing this?”



“For one,” she said, approaching him and placing her hands on his belt, “I enjoy it. Then there’s the transferring of knowledge and the public service, which is rewarding in itself. And it pays for my tuition.”



When she’d finished divesting Richard of his clothing — something that he found unnervingly erotic — Melanie took a step back. “You’re a fine looking man, Richard,” she observed as he fidgeted, naked and self-conscious.



He could feel himself blush. “Nonsense. Overweight. Over the hill.”



She put her small, delicate hand on his chest and said earnestly, “Don’t sell yourself short.”



Short is one thing Richard couldn’t sell himself as, for at that moment his erection brushed the wings of her butterfly.



“Ooh,” she cooed. “Look at that! You do seem a willing pupil.”



Richard was too embarrassed to “look at that” and decided to look instead at Melanie’s breasts. Small, pert nipples. He loved those.



“What I’d like you to do is lie down on your back on the edge of the bed.”



Richard did so, draping his legs over the edge, wishing that he could cover his boner.



Melanie sat on the floor between his legs. She rummaged around in her bag.



“Have you ever heard of the P-spot?” she asked conversationally.



For Richard, the P-spot was the far corner of the yard that he’d visit when he’d had too much to drink on his deck at night and was too lazy to go to the bathroom and was sure that June had gone to bed.



“No,” he said.



“You’ve heard of the G-spot though.”



“Of course.”



“The P-spot is the male counterpart.”



“Oh.”



“Now this is where it might get a little dicey. You’re not a prude, are you? Squeamish?”



“I don’t think so.”



“Good…”



Richard heard the unmistakable sound of latex being snapped over a hand.



“Because the best way to the P-spot is through here.”



Richard felt a poking at his butt. “Oh.”



“Are you okay with that?”



“If that’s where it is,” replied Richard gamely.



“You have to relax.”



“Alright,” said Richard tightly.



Richard felt the application of something cool and slippery down there, followed by the insinuation of a finger.



“Hello!” he squealed.



“Relax. It’s just a finger.”



“Then why does it feel like a baseball bat?”



“Shh,” whispered Melanie. “Deep breaths.”



Richard did as she asked and it helped. After the initial surprise and snapping shut of his alarmed sphincter, he found himself growing increasingly aroused.



Melanie manipulated the tip of her finger in and out of his anus and Richard concentrated on his breath. To his surprise, it felt good and completely unlike the prostate exams inflicted upon him by his sausage-fingered general practitioner.



“Okay, I’ll be going in a little deeper now.”



Richard felt the inexorable advance of Melanie’s well-lubricated finger. He brought his legs up and surreptitiously spread his cheeks. I’m a slut, he thought. The finger slipped in and out, deeper each time on the penetrating stroke until he felt that it was completely inserted.



“Wow,” he said.



“And now the good part,” whispered Melanie. With a wiggle of her finger, she touched the mysterious P-spot, that thing that under the ministrations of a doctor had never revealed itself as a particularly inviting sexual destination.



“Holy shit!”



The touch was electric and blessedly… Richard had to think for a moment… blessedly internal. Excitement flared from the inside out as she ran her finger around the contours of his prostate.



“What’s going on here?”



It was June. Evidently her show had finally ended.



“We’re just trying to find Richard’s prostate.”



“His prostate? Whatever would you want to do with that?”



Melanie explained while fluttering her finger around its surface. June took a closer look.



“Is your finger where I think it is?”



Melanie smiled.



“Oh my.”



“And if I’m not mistaken, There’s a particularly sensitive bit right… here.”



Richard yelped.



“You see,” explained Melanie in a conversational tone, “the prostate is shaped roughly like a walnut. I’ve learned that stroking it…”



She did so…



“…or pressing against certain parts of it…”



She did so again…



“…can elicit a response not unlike this.”



“Holy crap!”



“I had no idea,” said June. “Is it good, Richard?”



“Uh huh,” he gasped.



“I’m glad you came up, June. Would you like to help?”



“You seem to be doing fine by yourself.”



“But June,” chided Melanie, “Think of this as an opportunity.”



“It’s unnatural.”



“What’s unnatural about giving pleasure?”



June had no answer.



“Giving and receiving pleasure is the most natural thing in the world, however consenting partners choose to do it. What’s unnatural, perhaps even criminal, is the denying of pleasure.”



You go girl, thought Richard. He peeked at June, expecting her have gotten her back up at the lecture.



“Besides,” continued Melanie, “between the two of us, I’m sure that we can make this memorable, okay?”



Unexpectedly, June gave a mischievous smile. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”



Oh fuck, thought Richard, it was a uterine conspiracy.



While Melanie’s finger traced the outline of his gland, he felt a familiar hand grasping his cock. Under Melanie’s anal ministrations, even June’s touch felt new and exceedingly arousing.



The combination of interior and exterior sensation were unlike anything Richard had ever experienced. The sensations battled for his attention. The root of his cock felt electric, while his length felt as though it could hardly contain itself.



“Go easy,” said Melanie. “Let’s not end this too soon. Can you hold the fort for a second?”



“Sure,” replied June as she continued stroke him slowly and deliberately.



Melanie removed her finger. It felt much longer on withdrawal than it had on entry.



Richard could hear her rummaging around in her bag.



“Close your eyes, Richard. I have a surprise for you.”



He could hear straps being fastened and adjustments being made. Richard couldn’t resist and opened one eye. When he saw what awaited him, he wished he hadn’t. Melanie had strapped herself into a leather contraption that boasted a large, blue dildo of remarkable proportions.



“I told you not to peek.”



Melanie winked as she reached for the lube.



“Oh my God,” moaned Richard.



“Don’t be a baby. It’s just a starter dong.”



You’re not putting that thing in me, are you?”



“Why not?”



“But it’s huge!”



“Doesn’t prevent you from sticking something even bigger in my butt though, does it?” asked June.



“But that’s different,” protested Richard, knowing that it was precisely the wrong thing to say the moment the words left his lips.



“It’s not different at all,” intervened Melanie. “And there’s nothing about this that makes you less of a man. That said, that double standard will cost you.”



Melanie placed her hands behind Richard’s knees and pushed his legs up and apart. June’s hand still stroked his cock, but for the moment all he could think of was the dildo that currently rubbed against the protective tightness of his anus.



“Hold them there,” commanded Melanie.



Richard took a deep, steadying breath and held his legs.



Melanie positioned herself properly and pressed the tip of the dildo against him. He resisted for a moment and Melanie pressed harder.



“It’s not going to work,” said Richard.



“Nonsense.”



With a firm thrust, it breached the ring of muscle ever so slightly. Immediately, Richard knew beyond a doubt that this was no finger.



Melanie pressed a little more and Richard felt himself widening to accommodate her. His heart fluttered in his chest. The sensation was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling.



Just when he felt that he could take no more, the head of the dildo buried itself completely within him. He could feel himself embracing its smooth surface as it moved shallowly in and out.



“You’re doing great,” said Melanie. “But that was the easy part.”



Richard was so taken by the sense of fullness and of accomplishment that he scarcely heard her.



“There’s a second ring of muscle that we have to get past.”



Melanie pushed again and seemed to hit an implacable barrier.



“You need to relax,” said Melanie softly as she pressed firmly against the unyielding muscle.



Little by little, Richard could feel himself opening to her coaxing and insistent thrusts. Just when he thought that he could take no more, the crown of the head breached the barrier and slid solidly in place.



“Oh,” was all he could manage.



He felt full. Replete.



Melanie withdrew and buried herself within him again.



“Good?” she asked.



“That’s not the word,” he moaned.



He could feel June adjusting herself on the bed as Melanie worked the dildo within him. Soon, Melanie’s exquisite actions were complemented by June’s mouth, which descended slowly past the engorged crown of his cock and down the shaft.



Never in his life had Richard been so completely possessed. Between the tongue that lapped him and the length of the shaft that brushed and cajoled him from within, he positively thrummed with electricity.



Melanie’s slow and deliberate strokes gradually quickened.



“You’re going to come for us, aren’t you?”



Richard moaned in answer.



June removed him from her mouth and grasped him firmly in her hand.



The two of them worked in perfect unison, driving Richard to the edge.



With a gasp, he tightened himself around the dildo…



“Oh…”



And bore down…



“My…”



And erupted.



“God!”



“Whee,” exclaimed June, pumping furiously as a geyser pumped out of Richard’s cock.



“That’s it!” cried Melanie, still firmly embedded within him.



Richard moaned something unintelligible at the top of his lungs.



The three of them lay on the bed.



Richard felt perfectly gelatinous and incapable of thought or movement.



“And that’s what they call pegging,” said Melanie.



“Interesting,” said June.



“So,” said Melanie, swinging her legs to the floor, “would you say that I kept up my end of the deal?”



She and June both looked at Richard. He nodded weakly.



“Do you agree?” she asked June.



“I think so.”



“And that concludes the contract. Unless there’s anything else, I’ll take my leave.”



“There is one thing,” said June.



“What?”



“Would you leave the toys behind?”



Melanie smiled. “Done.”



***



As always, comments and suggestions are welcome.

Kelly was waiting for me when I got out of the shower last night and finally came into the bedroom.



I was sore and tired. I had been working outside in the brutal heat and was physically drained. At times like these, I love to let go and let her take the lead and that’s exactly what she did. It’s almost like her way of rewarding me for working so hard on her honey-do list.



She was dressed only in black four-inch pumps and a black bustier. A suede flogger was in her hand and she was menacingly swishing it back and forth.



“I’ve been waiting for you”, she said coolly.



There was no need for me to say anything. I could have easily taken control since I’m normally the one in charge or I could have asked for a rain check since I was exhausted but I never like to say “no” when she’s in the mood.



I simply knelt on the carpet in front of her and presented my ass. She lovingly stroked it with the flogger, increasing the intensity as she spoke.



“I’ve cooked up a particularly nasty little punishment for keeping me waiting. Follow me.”



Kelly sashayed into the bathroom and I crawled behind her, admiring the swing of her perfect ass in front of me and I watched with nervous anticipation as she got the enema equipment from under the sink.



“Worship my ass, and maybe I’ll go easy on you”, she said teasingly.



Easy wasn’t what I wanted and I knew she would make it as difficult as she could anyway. I would do the same in her position and she knew it. I licked and caressed her lovely ass while she ran the water and adjusted the temperature. After a few minutes, she spread her feet and arched her back so that I could lave her wrinkled rosebud. She moaned as I licked but it didn’t slow her preparations.



Even without being able to see, I knew that my tormentor had unwrapped a new bar of Ivory soap and placed it in the bag which she then filled with nearly-hot water. Loving every minute of it, I renewed my efforts on her asshole causing her to speak breathlessly.



“You’re going to get a nice, hot, soapy enema and hold it until I say you can release, is that clear?” she asked.



“Yes, Mistress” I replied, though I’m sure it came out as more of a mumble since I still had my face buried in her ass.



Kelly straightened up and turned around, pushing me back onto my haunches. She took a step forward so that my nose was nestled in her slit. I was tempted, but I knew better than to lick without permission. I simply sat there and inhaled the heavenly scent of her very wet pussy as she explained the rules.



“You are going to take all of this hot, soapy water and then you are going to lick me until I come. For every minute that it takes for you to get me off, I am going to add an ounce more water. Do you understand?”



I understood fully and groaned at the implication. I can take two quarts without too much trouble but the amount of soap that she added would make it painful and difficult. Going a few ounces over two quarts at the beginning is challenging but adding toward the end will be torture. I could only hope that she would come quickly since she was already pretty excited.



“Yes, ma’am” was the only response I could muster.



Kelly pushed me back and motioned for me to put my nose on the carpet. I obeyed and felt her lubing my ass with a more-than-usual amount of K-Y. I should have known that she had more surprises up her sleeve.



“Oh, you’re probably wondering what this is” she teased as she inserted a large nozzle into my ass. “You’ve probably heard of a double-balloon nozzle before.”



I had, and the thought of it was both exhilarating and terrifying. Once the inner balloon was inflated, she could fill me up with as much water as she wanted and I would have to hold it as long as she demanded.



Still, the feeling of it gliding past my sphincter was deliciously erotic. Owing to the excess of lube and slickness of the silicone, it felt like a gloved finger inching into my rectum. Once it was in past the first balloon, she gently squeezed the inflator and I felt the balloon swell inside me. One more squeeze and I could definitely feel the pressure. I should have known that Kelly wouldn’t let me off that easy. The next two pumps were delivered in rapid succession and the pressure built quickly to an intense level



“I just wanted to make sure that you could really feel it” she cooed.



I was still adjusting to the fullness when I heard the telltale ‘click’ of the valve being opened and the felt the water rush into me. At first, it was cool where the water in the hose had reached room temperature and then I felt the warmth of the soap combined with the warmth of the water from the bag.



I was already squirming and tapping my toes on the floor as I looked up to see how much I had taken. The bag was still bulging and I could see suds peaking over the top. We had a long way to go.



I could feel the water filling my colon and inching higher and higher. Slowly, the pressure would build until I thought I would burst and then subside as the water reached deeper and deeper. I willed myself to take slow, deep breaths and relax.



Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I heard the faint ‘slurp’ as the last of the water emptied from the bag. When she was sure that I had taken it all, Kelly clamped off the nozzle and removed the hose.



I was eager to get started but my mistress took her time walking to the bedroom and sprawling out on the bed. I followed close behind her, the inflators and nozzle swinging obscenely behind me like a tail.



I wanted to dive in immediately and start sucking on her clit but I knew this was tricky business. Too fast or too hard and she would just push me away. I had to start slow enough for her orgasm to build. At the same time, I was eager to get it over with so I could limit the amount of water she would add to my already-distended bowels.



I flattened my tongue and dragged it slowly from the opening of Kelly’s little, pink vagina up to the top of her slit. Much to my surprise, she groaned and grabbed my head forcefully, pulling it into her sex. I thought I had won the jackpot and started sucking her clit and simultaneously scrubbing it with my tongue, a move that is sure to push her into dream land.



True to form, she clamped my head between her legs as I shoved two fingers into her cunt. Her pussy contracted rhythmically around my fingers and I was about to declare victory. Total time was under two minutes.



As difficult as it was, I had to sit back and wait for Kelly to float back to Earth, the clock continuing to add to my punishment. Before too long, she sat up and spoke.



“That one doesn’t count… it was too easy” she said with an evil smirk.



I dove in again, being careful to start slowly and build up. I licked slowly up both sides of her outer labia, pulling on each with my lips and teeth. Next, I repeated the procedure on her inner lips, trying to get my tongue between her clit and her hood as I reached the top. Given that she had already come, it took longer this time to get her to her peak. At one point, she pulled her knees up and insisted that I tongue-fuck her asshole. When she tired of making me suffer and was ready to come, she guided my head up to her clit. Within seconds, she was tossing around in the throes of her second orgasm.



By the time she came down again and looked up at the clock, sixteen minutes had passed.



“Looks like this is going to be a two-and-a-half-quart enema!” she chirped wickedly.



I dutifully followed her into the bathroom where she filled up a water bottle and poured it into the bag. After re-attaching the bag to the nozzle, she unceremoniously opened the valve and the rest of the water began to pour into me. The cramps from the enema I was already holding were intense and coming in waves. The added water brought me to the point that I truly thought it would come squirting out, balloon and all.



By some miracle, I was able to take it all and Kelly finally took pity on me leaving me to release on my own. Before long, I had emptied and went to join her in the bedroom to see what she had planned next.



When I opened the door, my jaw dropped as I saw what awaited me. Kelly was standing near one corner of our four-poster bed, an enormous dildo jutting out from her crotch and another, larger bag hanging from the bed-post.



After all the soap in the last enema, I knew I was due for a rinse but I was hoping for a more gentle approach. Instead, she was upping the ante.



“Get your ass over here and bend over!” she barked.



I hurried to get into position and Kelly slathered my ass with lube as soon as my head hit the mattress. The dildo was easily as large as my wrist and it held two wicked surprises. It had a tube running its length so it would serve as an enema nozzle and it was inflatable. I wasn’t sure that my ass could take all this punishment but Kelly was not going to be deterred.



Carefully lining up my asshole, she began pressing her weight into me, forcing me open. The outer sphincter yielded and I accepted an inch or two. The muscles provided determined resistance but eventually gave way under the steady pressure.



When my body first accepts a large object like that, the sensation is enough to take my breath away and it takes two or three insertions before I can stand for her to leave it in. This time, she didn’t back out. Kelly continued to press forward and the nerves in my ass screamed in protest. As soon as she had me impaled and I was gulping for air, she gave the inflator ten quick squeezes and opened the valve to start the water.



I have never been more thoroughly beside myself than I was at that moment. I was dancing on my toes, filling up with a 3-quart enema and skewered on a dildo 3 inches in diameter. I’m a pretty tough guy but I honestly thought that I might faint at that moment.



Then came the thrusting.



Kelly pulled back until only the head of the dildo remained in my ass and slowly began pushing it back into me. I didn’t get a chance to ask permission and shuddered through my orgasm before I even knew what hit me.



“You’re not going to get off that easily!” she warned.



She didn’t miss a stroke and instead, reached around and roughly jacked my overly-sensitive cock. Her stroking into my ass got faster, deeper and harder and I knew that she was close to her own release. Within moments, she pulled both of my hips back with her hands and swiveled her hips, trying to get as much stimulation against her clit as she could by driving her phallus into my ass.



I was groaning from the enormity of the dildo and the volume of water I was holding. She was groaning through her own orgasm and we must have been quite a sight. Before too long, she coasted down from her high and, since she was standing, I knew she would want to disengage and lay down as soon as possible. My ordeal was nearly over. She unhooked herself from the harness and then hooked it around my waist to keep the dildo from slipping out. I stood up and saw that the enema bag was empty.



“Come here.” Kelley spoke through her post-orgasmic haze.



“Turn around”



Without warning, she grabbed the inflator and gave it five quick squeezes, making my eyes bulge again.



“Now you can go relieve yourself and get cleaned up”



When I returned, Kelly was asleep and I kissed her sweetly on her forehead. She had opened the door for some heavy-duty ass play. Next time, she would be on the receiving end.

It was role playing gone awry; she was still bound to the staircase, but she was no longer playing. She was scared. She had answered an ad on Craigslist and gotten to know me a bit before requesting an actual meet.



We had traded pictures and we sent actual photos so as not to lie to the other. She was black haired, steel blue eyed and had a killer body. She was only twenty-one, but had experience beyond her years. She was currently between jobs so she decided to play a little.



She taught me the knots, the positions, the teasing, but I guess I got carried away with the feeling of power and control. She had no family, no one looking for her and no one missing her. She was nude, held captive by the very knots she showed me and now I was using her body as my personal cum dump.



I guess it’s safe to assume that I had crossed the line from role playing bondage into rape. I figured that if I was going to go to jail for rape, I might as well enjoy myself now, before I became Bubba’s bitch.



I fucked her ass repeatedly, making one deposit after another. Her pussy was my playground as I stroked her mercilessly. She sobbed into her gags as I used her body like the cheap slut she portrayed.



After ten hours of abuse, I decided to cut her loose, let her go and await my fate.



Once loosened, she ran to the bathroom, ran a shower and cleansed her body of my sperm and cum. She douched and took several enemas, then stood in the pouring flood of warm water for half an hour letting the pulsations and warmth caress the aches and pains away.



She was dressed when she passed me as I sat on the first step of her previous jail cell. She stopped adjacent to me, grabbed my hair in a fist and said, “Now it’s your turn, fucker!”



She was amazingly strong for a petite girl, and she caught me by surprise, cuffing me to the oak banister by one arm whilst straddling my chest with her legs. I would have paid good money to see the expression on my face at that time.



I looked up to see her bare labia practically in my face, her skirt hiked up by her outstretched legs. I could smell her arousal and that’s when I realized I wasn’t in legal trouble, but I was in peril of being abused by her.



There was an unmistakable twinkle in her blue eyes, a look that struck some amount of fear in my heart as I realized that now it was indeed my turn.



She stood and walked away saying, “Don’t go anywhere.”



I replied, “Like I have a choice.”



She retorted, “You! Fucker! Shut the hell up! You’re really in for a rough time so keep your pie hole shut.”



She was back in less than a minute, brandishing a pair or shears, exercising them in her hands as if to threaten me: Snip! Snip! Snip! She showed them to me, light glinting off the chrome surface as she continued to work them. I felt my blood running cold with each snip.



The smile curled her lips up until her teeth shown in the hall light; eyes still sparkling as she watched my face for signs of horror and despair. When she finally saw what she desired, she traced the tip from my penis to my ankles, teasing me with terror.



Then to my surprise she caught the cuff of my jeans in their terrible jaws and in one snip she sheared the cuff, followed by a slow succession of cuts that left one leg of my pants wide open along the entire length of my inseam.



She then moved to the other leg, this time pricking my skin repeatedly with the tip, drawing blood with each snip as if to say, “I could do much worse.”



She seemed to have some amount of compassion mixed with passion as she kissed and licked each scissor prick, seemingly excited by the taste of my blood on her tongue. It made her eyes deepen in their lust with each savory drop.



With my jeans draped around my waist, held in place by my belt, she raked her nails up and down my legs, scratching trails in my flesh as she seemed to enjoy the perversion. Then, without warning, she snatched my boxers and rent them in two, leaving me exposed, and extremely horny.



I couldn’t explain my arousal when my mind questioned, but I was indeed turned on. She took my penis and placed it menacingly between the open blades of the shears and smiled. I felt the razor edge as it slowly severed skin just from my erection and its swelling. The pain made me even harder, increasing the pressure. She saw the red line develop along the incision and smiled as she removed the tool of her trade.



Her tongue flicked out and tasted my blood and then she engulfed my cock between her lips. She licked and sucked on my enlarged member until she staved the flow, enjoying not only my blood, but my precum. She said, “You surprise me. You like to inflict pain, yet you like pain to be inflicted upon you even more. We are going to have a lot of fun over the next couple of days.”



I thought, “Couple of days?! I’m fucked!”



She said, “I hope you are ready for me. I did rather enjoy my raping today, but now it’s my turn…to rape you.”



I can’t explain it, but I wanted her to rape me, abuse me, make me her sex object and yes, I wanted to feel pain. I longed to feel her hurt me physically and yearned to bleed for her. I like pain, to the point of self infliction. I like how my blood feels as it oozes from my body and the taste is amazing, coppery, salty, warm and delicious.



You’d think I’d be covered in tattoos, or even piercings, but I have none. I prefer scars, scabs and cuttings. I want to inflict the pain, taste the blood and see the scars, over and over, inflicting them myself; so I can be proud of them.



She took a pocket knife and held it up for me to inspect the blade, sharp enough to cut, but not sharp enough to slice through skin effortlessly. She cut my tee shirt loose, nicking skin as she went, causing me pain and some bleeding. Her mouth on my body was an aphrodisiac as she tended to the wounds she was creating. Once I even felt her teeth as they sunk into my flesh, searing and tearing flesh as she opened new wounds. I imagined her as my own personal vampire and I her feeding ground.



I risked more pain, “Are you a vampire?”



She looked up from my body, her meal, “No, but I will feed on your blood and cause you pain. I hope you are prepared for me.”



I answered her, “I like the pain. I crave it and desire it. I lust after the abuse you are to inflict on me. Hurt me lover, make me bleed, quench your thirst with my blood as I satisfy my lust for your treatment.”



Her eyes locked on to mine, as if reading my mind, “You do like it, don’t you? I’m so glad we met like this. I will make you a happy man. You are going to want me back again and again.”



I continued the gaze, “I might not want to let you go. Would you have a problem with that?”



She leaned down and kissed me, my blood fresh in her mouth, tasting amazing as it mixed with her saliva. I wanted to bite her too, taste her blood. I bit her lip, she yelped but maintained the French kiss, sharing her blood with me as we sucked face, her hands finding my cock and began to stroke me up and down.



She adjusted her body and impaled her vagina on my penis, sliding down until I was fully inside of her. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder as I bottomed out inside her, striking her cervix. I got even harder as the pain coursed through my torso.



I felt her nails, like sharpened knives, scratching and cutting my back as she rode me into her first self-induced orgasm. The pain was incredible, good and bad as she raked them across my lower back, her teeth once again tearing at my shoulder.



Her lips sucked at the crimson liquid as it seeped to the surface. I felt euphoric, almost giddy from her sex and sucking. She brought me to the point of orgasm and then stood up, denying me of my release. She had more than just physical pain in mind.



She smiled cruelly at her actions as she produced another cutting device. It resembled a fine toothed saw, like a coping saw for metal. It was pristine clean; she said she had it autoclaved before bringing it to me.



Its touch was pure heaven; digging into my flesh as it moved across my biceps. Her tongue bath followed and it made me hard again. I wanted her, wanted to fuck her, rape her and abuse her, but it was no longer her time, but mine.



She stood me up and bent me over the banister, my ass her next target as she produced a small dildo. She was careful to use copious amounts of lube before insertion, though it was like throwing a hotdog down the hallway; my ass accustomed to something much larger. Most men wince at a finger inserted, but I can take three without pain. I love anal play and enjoy a good female pegging.



She quickly realized that a large toy was in order and the inch and a half dildo soon loomed behind me. Its six inches of length well lubed as it began to make its entrance. I ooo’ed and ahh’ed as she pushed the hard intruder into my ass; my own cock was now just as hard as I began to enjoy the anal rape.



She saw my enjoyment and a snarl escaped her lips, “You need more I can see. I hope you are ready for the next step.”



I saw her bag of tricks finally and the next item up for bid was an eight inch snake of two inch girth. She always lubed her toys and this time was no exception. Its entrance was definitely felt as it stretched and strained at my sphincter. It was pain, but a good pain as she slowly inched the monster in.



She felt the resistance and was satisfied that she was in the ballpark, so to speak in size. After the requisite waiting time for size accommodation, she began to stroke it in and out, giving me intense pleasure now that I was past the pain. I happened to see through my legs and the rungs on the banister and saw her fingers working her clit slowly as she pegged me.



I was about to cum from the stimulation when she withdrew the intruder, again leaving me just short of satisfaction. She raked her fingers from shoulders to waist, making more blood flow for her thirsty tongue. I felt safe in her hands, willing to accept any pain, or pleasure she was willing to deal to me.



I saw one more toy in her bag and asked about it, “What’s that long monster in there?”



She said, “I thought you’d never ask.” She produced the black leviathan, a silicone dildo of two and a quarter inch girth and fourteen inches in length. I knew I could only physically take eleven inches, so the final few would be for holding on to as she raped me with it.



I moaned in lust, “I can’t wait to feel that filling me and fucking me. I bet I can take about three fourths of that or more.”



She kissed my ass cheeks, “If you do, I’ll release you and we’ll make love in the conventional way, for the next 24 hours. If not, then I’ll work it in you until you do and make you take it for the same time period, being careful not to let you cum.”



I said, “It’s a deal.”



She came around to the front of me and took my cock in her mouth for a few minutes. Afterward she said, “Deal.”



She carefully lubed the leviathan up and inspected me for proper lubrication. When she was satisfied, she pressed the tip against my gaping hole and gave it a push. The lifelike head popped inside, followed by the first seven inches. She whistled at my capability and then rubbed my back as she slowly inched more into me. She got to ten inches and said, “Only half an inch more. I don’t think you have it in you.”



I laughed, “Oh baby, it’s in me. Can’t you see it?”



She too thought that was funny and laughter filled the hallway. She grasped the end and twisted it a little giving me great pleasure from the venal texture. She gave it a little shove and another inch slipped inside making it a full eleven inside. She was incredulous and pushed a little more, watching as yet another full inch crept in until it stopped.



She said, “God Damn! You can take more than I can. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. I want to get this mounted in a strap on so I can fuck you properly.”



I replied, “Bring it bitch. I can take what you got, obviously.”



She then stroked the entire length in and out, making me so hard and so aroused that I came in great gobs all over the floor and on my face. I licked at the drops and found them to be kinda tasty.



She said, “That’s it fucker, eat it all up. I’m not quite done with you yet.”



She continued to rape me, stroking in and out, in and out until she was satisfied with my depth of lust. She removed the toy and marveled at the gaping hole and my desire to take it all.



She removed the cuffs and helped me into the bathroom to shower. She stepped in behind me and we made love in the shower as the water stung my cuts and scratches. The pain just made me want her even more.



We fucked in every room of the house, even my marriage bed. Blood, cum and sweat soaked every surface we touched as we consummated our friendship in every way.



At the end of our day of fucking, she packed her toys, and we said our goodbyes. She said, “I guess your wife will be home later?”



I answered, “Yeah. She says she’s excited to be coming home after being with her brother inSt. Louis. She says she misses me and can’t wait to fuck me.”



She smiled, “Think of me?”



I nodded, “You bet. When can I come to you?”



She grinned, “After you fuck her. I want to taste her and give you something to remember.”

He realized he was addicted to her, but was unable to do anything about it. Whenever he saw the little green light indicating she was online, his heart started pounding pumping blood into all the wrong places. They would text often, and became intimate friends.



The conversation often turned erotic, and when it did he would describe what he wanted to do to her body in great detail, and she would describe her response. Their texting would get so steamy that their hands would inevitably find very sensitive and naughty spots to massage.



She would often lay on her bed, totally naked, with her laptop next to her and her vibator at the ready. As he described gently sliding his finger between her wet pussy lips, she would take her own finger and mimic his descriptions. And when he described thrusting his rigid cock deep into her, she would take the humming vibrator, and slide it in and out slowly to his texts. Her orgasms became so strong that she started each session with a towel under her to minimize the cleanup.



He would stroke his cock thinking of their joint fantasy. Placing his thumb on the top of his shaft, and three fingers under, he would expertly stroke to her texts, sliding his fingers along it, dragging the skin over the head and back again. So much precum would emerge from the slit that lubricant was rarely necessary.



And when she texted, “Cummingggg” he could just envision her body bucking wildly with the vibrator deep inside, her moans escalating to cries of pleasure, and the fountain of juices when she pulled it out. The vision always made his cock erupt through his fingers sending spurts of white cum arcing in the air. Yes, he was definitely addicted.



It was understandable then that he found himself one day texting her while driving – quite inexcusable, but understandable. They were role playing the domme mistress who had him bound, naked and helpless. She was dressed in only leather boots and teased his cock hard with her leather riding crop. When she donned an 8 inch strapon and prepared to take him forcefully against his will, he could not resist unzipping his jeans and taking his hard cock out even while driving.



He looked about to see if anyone could see, but it was a secluded rural road and he figured he was ok. And besides it added to the excitement. He slowly stroked his cock as she continued her fantasy.



He could tell she was really into it by the increasing number of typos. She had him on all fours, kneeling behind him, her strapon working its way into his ass! As she slowly fucked him silly, she reached around and stroked his cock wanting to feel him cum. It drove her completely wild with lust as she had orgasm on orgasm thinking of their scene.



He was so close to cumming that he never saw the police car trailing him for the past 2 miles until the blue lights went on.



Pulling over, he scrambled to stuff his fully erect cock back into his jeans when he saw the door of the police cruiser open and black boot step onto the pavement. He looked down at the painful bulge between his legs and thought it was rather obvious so he rested his baseball cap in his lap in an attempt to hide his embarrassing situation.



He was startled by the troopers black nightstick tapping on the driver side window and when he quickly looked over his shoulder he was surprised to see a beautiful female trooper standing over him with a bemused smile on her lips.



She was tall with dark hair in a bun under her smoky the bear hat, and dark eyes and full lips that needed no makeup to highlight her natural albeit austere beauty. He blushed as he realized that he was staring at her rather buxom breasts and protruding nipples under her very real badge. This was not helping with his erection.



He realized that she was asking him a question as she impatiently put her hands on her shapely hips and parted her legs in a challenge. “License and registration sir!”



He fumbled in the glove box for his registration and then lifted his hips to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket, causing his hat to fall to the floor. As he handed her his information, she was clearly aware that he was concealing something in his pants.



She quickly upholstered her firearm “Keep your hands where I can see them! Step out of the car now! Move!”



He stutters, “What? I.. Ah.. What?”



“Out of the car now! Hands on the hood. Move!” She held her gun at the ready. He wonders if she would actually use it. He steps from the car and turns his back to her as she places a hand on his back and forces him hard against the hood.



Holstering her gun she takes his right hand and twists it behind him hard and quickly cuffs it, then the left. “Sir, You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, but I recommend you tell me what you have fucking hidden in your pants!”



He mutters, “Um what? Nothing! Just me.”



She yells, “Don’t fuck with me! Spread your legs now! ” She thrusts her thigh between his, forcing his legs apart and frisks him starting at the bottom of his legs and moving upward quickly.



No matter how much he willed his erection down, her forcefulness seemed to be making it worse. His cock was straining to fuck something, tenting the front of his jeans out. It did look like he was concealing something now that he thought about it.



She squeezed his ass roughly with one hand and reached around with the other feeling his bulge, pressing her fingers around it searching. His cock jumped at her touch.



Just then his phone tweeted a text from his text lover espousing how wonderful her orgasm was. Hoping the trooper didn’t hear it he closed his eyes and waited. She paused, hand still cupping his cock through his jeans, and listened.



Then it tweeted again and she stood up abruptly, opened the door and retrieved the phone.



Standing with it in her hands, she read the steamy dialog, scrolling back through the sordid details, looking from the phone to his bulge and back.



Then with a hint of a smile, she says, “Sir, you do realize that it is illegal to text and drive in this state? You’re liable to hurt yourself especially doing what I think you were doing. I’m afraid I’m going to have to bring you in.”



“Please no,… my wife,… how will I explain? Ill do anything!” He pleaded.



“Anything?” She asked with a grin. He nodded as best he could bent over the hood of his car, hands cuffed behind his back. “Well I better make sure you aren’t concealing anything”, she almost laughed.



She stepped behind him again, thigh thrust between his, but this time for her pleasure. She squeezed his ass slowly and grinded her front against his leg before reaching around to cup his everlasting bulge. She leaned down rubbing her breasts and hardening nipples against his back. Taken aback, he wondered at the change in attitude and realized that the steamy text must have had an effect. It was pure lust and it was driving him crazy.



“I think you have something hidden in here sir” she rasped at his ear as her fingers unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and stretched back his boxers revealing his huge hardon. “Oooh” she moaned quietly looking over his shoulder at his firm cock. It was so stiff with the skin stretched tight over the six inches of his shaft, the engorged head clearly covered in precum.



“Yes, you’ve been definitely hiding this.” She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft as he moaned. Then she slowly slid her fingers up and down the shaft enjoying the feeling and sound the wetness made as they slid over the head. He felt strangely vulnerable with his hands cuffed behind, and jeans at his knees as this beautiful woman stroking his cock. She could do anything she wanted regardless of what he said. The thought was both scary and exciting.



“What else are you hiding” she asked sternly. “I think a full body search is in order. Bend over!” She forced him face down against the hood again before kicking his legs even wider apart. Then she touched her precum covered finger to his anus and slowly pushed it into him without hesitation well past her first knuckle. She wiggled and twisted it inside him and then slid it out and back, finger fucking his ass.



He didn’t think he was into this sort of thing, but with the realization that he had no say, and that she was clearly turned on by having him under her control, he found that he was really excited, so



much so, that he felt tingling in his balls, the familiar precursor to a huge orgasm.



“Hmm, I can’t tell, I better check deeper” she laughed and pushed into him, while at the same time cupping his balls with the other hand. She then released them and started stroking his cock in unison with her thrusting finger. He started to moan and grunt and clench his pelvic muscles feeling his balls rise in preparation for ejaculation.



“You better not cum! She scolded him, but at the same time she increased her tempo and smiled sadistically. He squeezed hard trying not to cum, but it was no use. She felt his spasm first with her finger as his ass clamped tight around it. Then she felt his cock jump in her fingers as it spurted hot white globs of cum through her fingers and onto the side of the cruiser.



She watched with a smile, milking his cock slowly as his whole body uncoiled. “Well now you’ve done it! Look at the mess you’ve made!” They both watched it slowly run down the side of her car before dripping onto the pavement.



She wiped it of the car with her hand and then wiped her hands on his bare ass. Then with an open hand, she slapped his ass so hard that it left a red handprint clearly visible on his check. “You better not be enjoying this” she snarled as she slapped him again. If she only knew how much he was enjoying it, he would be in even more trouble.



Abruptly she pulled his shoes off, and then lifted each leg in turn out of his trousers and boxers. She scooped up his clothes and threw them into his car. “Come with me” she commanded. Grabbing the chain of his cuffs as she led him to the back seat of the cruiser and stuffed him in before slamming the door.



His mind raced as she strode around the front of the cruiser and jumped in behind the wheel. Where are you taking me?” he asked with a worried tone.



She just looked up at him in her rear view and continued driving. Then as an afterthought she said, “Where ever I want”. There was no hesitation or question; it was a statement of fact.



After a mile or so, the cruiser slowed and pulled off onto an old overgrown dirt road leading to a secluded clearing overlooking a pond. Turning off the engine, she got out and opened the trunk, retrieving an old blanket, tube of KY and an ominous looking nightstick that reminded him of a dildo. She spread the blanket in the grass, before opening his door and commanding “Out!”



Naked from the waist down, covered in cum, he was surprised that his cock was so hard still. He tried to get out, but it was difficult with his hands cuffed behind his back. She reached in and pulled him out forcefully and pushed him toward the blanket. “‘Kneel.” He complied meekly.



She stood in front of him and slowly unbuttoned her uniform revealing her beautiful breasts, unrestrained by any bra. She left her shirt on, but open so that he could see her aroused pink nipples, shaped like Hershey kisses to be sampled by his tongue.



He licked his lips watching her tits sway as she bent over to pull off her boots. Then she stood before him and slowly unzipped her pants revealing black lace panties. She grasped her pants and panties with one hand and pulled both down slowly revealing a landing strip of short brown curls just above the most wonderfully beautiful pussy. Her outer lips were full and pouty, and where they met you could see the pink tip of her clit protruding.



She stood with legs parted, only inches from his face, as he kneeled before her. He noticed now that there was a trail of wetness running down both of her inner thighs and when he inhaled deeply, her scent of excitement was clearly evident.



She reached out and held his neck firm, pulling his face against her pussy, “Eat me”. He kissed both of her pussy lips before sticking his tongue out and licking along one outer lip and then the other. He nibbled her inner thigh before plunging his tongue between her lips and tasting her abundant juices. He slowly licked upward until his tongue slid over her clit and then flicked quickly at it.



She closed her eyes and moaned while arching her back slightly, pressing her pelvis into his face while pulling his head even closer. She was grinding herself against his tongue, using him as a sex toy and thoroughly enjoying herself.



He closed his lips around her clit drawing it into his mouth and flicking it gently with his tongue. This seemed to cause her legs to quiver and her to release an animal groan from deep within. She pushed hard against his face, so hard in fact that he fell over onto his back. This did not seem to phase her at all as she simply kneeled over his face, lowered her dripping pussy to his tongue, and continued to grind herself against him moving her hips faster and faster.



All he could do was to stick his tongue out as far as he could, as she pushed down forcing it into the opening of her pussy. She lifted and lowered and moved side to side in ever more frantic motions, until she paused holding her breath, trembling on the edge of orgasm.



Then she thrust herself down hard on his face, feeling is tongue almost inside, and then let out a deep breath followed by a cry as her body shook uncontrollably as it was racked by spasms of pleasure. This was accompanied by a gush of liquid, forced from her pussy, drenching his face and neck.



When the waves of pleasure subsided, she lifted herself from his face and in a moment of pity decided to uncuff one of his wrists, but leaving the other firmly attached. She looked at him lying there, cum covered cock firmly pointing straight up, dripping precum yet again, and decided that it was time for relief.



Sitting between his legs facing him, with her legs resting on his thighs, she reached over for her nightstick and slowly applied KY to its bottom 4 inches as he watched worriedly. She smiled at him mischievously and said, “It’s time for your punishment now”.



She gently lifted his balls exposing his puckered ass and watched his cock jump as she worked a lubricated finger into him against his will. He squeezed hard trying to force it out, but that only made his cock jump and encouraged her to push deeper. He tried to relax, realizing that this was the second time that this beautiful dominant was violating his ass within the space of an hour.



Resigned to his fate, he stopped resisting while she withdrew her finger and quickly replaced it with the lubricated end of the nightstick. Surprisingly it slid in relatively easy and didn’t hurt. He actually was enjoying the sensation of fullness as she pushed it deeper followed by the relief as she pulled it outward. His cock jumped again trailing a long drip of precum from the slit. “Are you sure you’re not bisexual?” She laughed at her own joke.



It was quite a sight seeing the nightstick emerging from his ass, with his balls and erect cock just above it. She applied lube to his cock and slowly worked it along his shaft with her fingers closed in a fist around him. At this point he was powerless to do anything but enjoy.



She paused then and he watched her lift her hips and positioned the tip of the other end of the nightstick between her pussy lips, before pushing it slowly into herself until the handle rested against her clit. Then she rested her left hand on the handle holding it against herself and lifted her hips thrusting the makeshift double ended dildo deep into his ass.



After pushing into him as far as it would go, she held the handle against her body so that when she pulled her hips backward, the nightstick withdrew from him with her hips. In this way she thrust in and out of him like the dominant, beautiful, animal that she was.



As she fucked him, she grabbed his cock with her free hand and stroked it. It stood up straight between her fist on each down stroke, only to have the head covered entirely on each upstroke. It must have been quite a strange sensation for him to be both fucked and jerked at the same time.



Then on a thrust more violent than the others, the handle slipped from her wet fingers and the nightstick remained deep in his ass, popping out of her pussy.



At this point she was rather worked up and needed to cum with a hard cock stuffed deep in her pussy. He watched her kneel over him and guide the mushroom head of his cock into her dripping pussy. In her frenzy she didn’t even bother to remove the nightstick from his ass before lowering her body, impaling herself on his shaft. She lifted after each plunge, her body cork screwing up before crashing down, squishing her clit against him again and again.



She was getting rather worked up riding him like that. Beads of perspiration ran down her body, between her swaying breasts and down her back between the cheeks of her ass.



She fucked him like an animal in the wild, taking what she wanted, unconcerned with his pleasure. It was total lust and he loved it.



Then she remembered the nightstick, and quickly lifted off of his cock, turned to face his feet, and lowered herself, again engulfing his cock in her pussy before he could react. She resumed her erotic dance on his cock as he watched her pussy between the cheeks of her firm ass. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her body down as he lifted into her. He was really starting to enjoy this. If he hadn’t already cum her surely would be spurting his cum deep inside her body by now. As it was, he felt the beginning ting lings of an orgasm in his balls.



Then she reached down between her legs and forced the nightstick deeper into his ass. This had the effect of making him harder still, but also the pressure on his prostrate kept him from cumming.



At this point she slid all the way down his shaft and moved her hips in erotic circles enjoying the sensation of him inside her as she continued to abuse his ass with her nightstick. He didn’t mind the humiliation. In fact he was kind of enjoying it, especially how excited it was making her.



He could tell she was very close to orgasm, not by her loud grunts and groans, but by how her pussy spasmed and grasped at his cock. Then she arched her back and cried out almost as if in warning before her body convulsed and jerked totally out of control. She tried to stay on him, but in her pleasure she fell forward onto the blanket, and her pussy lifted off his cock, another fountain of her pleasure gushed from all over his cock, balls and pelvis.



She fell forward with a satiated smile on her face, practically unconscious. It was quite the sight with her ass in the air, thighs spread wide, juices dripping from her pussy, legs still trembling in aftershocks.



Looking at his hard cock, her wrist behind her back cuffed to his, he had a wicked thought. It’s time to take control. If she can do it then so can I.



He sat up and pulled the nightstick from his ass and then reached for the lube applying it first to his cock and then to her anus. She moaned softly still oblivious to the world. Then he knelt and touched the greased head of his cock to her ass. She stirred realizing a second too late what was in store.



In her relaxed state he pushed the head in easily as she growled in surprise. Then pushing steadily, he watched his shaft disappear into her beautiful ass. She gasped and struggled, but it felt so warm and wonderful squeezing his cock from all sides, he was not about to reconsider. Then to his surprise, with his cock fully in her he felt her relax and reach between her legs and caress his balls. He took this as approval and slowly slide his cock outward and back, fucking her tenderly. She started squeezed him on the out stroke only to relax giving him free access on the in stroke. In this manner she was massaging his cock, grabbing and releasing it as he fucked her.

A quick note from the author:



Hi. This is one of two potential second chapters to a multi-part story. If you haven’t read the first chapter yet, you should probably do that first.



This particular plot is another attempt of mine to write FDom material. If you’re not into the idea of a woman beating, dominating, and raping a man, you probably shouldn’t read it. Check out the other plot instead.



Anyways, enjoy.




***



Waking up, my body made it perfectly clear that it was not happy with me. My ass still stung from the abuse Rick had inflicted the night before, my body ached from sleeping on the floor. The hangover did nothing to distract me from the aches; if anything it magnified them.



Emotionally, though, I had never felt better in my life. Rick had thrown everything that he could at me the night before, and I withstood it all. The soreness would fade in time, but the knowledge that he was powerless to destroy me would last forever. He had proven himself impotent, but our agreement still stood. Best of all, I had a plan to turn the tables that I knew would work.



Several months ago, my father read in the newspaper about a handful of armed robberies in my neighborhood. Being a bit overprotective, he begged me to move. I wasn’t financially in a position where I could do that, so he asked me to buy a gun. I’m not very comfortable with weapons, so I refused that as well. Unwilling to drop it, he then bought me a stun gun and asked me to promise him to keep it in my purse – just in case. I didn’t like the idea at the time, but it seemed to make him feel better so I agreed. The stun gun had been wasting space in my purse ever since, but now it finally had a purpose. In his arrogance, Rick had left quite a bit of room in our agreement. I couldn’t ask for help, but there was no rule forbidding me from using a weapon. I think he thought that he was invincible, and I was eager to prove just how wrong he was.



Sitting up, I felt the desperate need to use the bathroom. Before I could make it to my feet, however, I felt Rick’s hand creep over my shoulder, holding me down. Irritated, I mentally added it to the list of things that I’d be punishing him for.



“The fuck do you want now?” I demanded.



“Oh, you know, normal stuff. Let’s talk about our feelings!” he laughed at me sarcastically.



“Fine,” I hissed. “Right now I’m feeling like I need to take a piss, and unless you’re feeling thirsty I feel like you should probably let me the fuck go.”



“In a minute,” he growled. “I want to discuss our arrangement, first.”



“Backing out already?” I taunted. “I had no idea you were such a little bitch.”



“Sleep does wonders for your confidence,” he observed. “Or perhaps it simply makes you more delusional. Whichever it is, I’ve got good news for you. Not only am I not backing out of our agreement, I’m interested in raising the stakes. Seeing as you seem to think your victory is inevitable, this is basically a gift.”



“Fine,” I replied, “you have my temporary interest. How would you propose that we raise the stakes?”



“Quite simple,” he answered. “Right now we’re fighting for little more than pride – the winner receives nothing more than the simple knowledge that he is stronger than the loser. I propose we put some teeth in this, and stipulate that the loser becomes the property of the winner.”



“Why on Earth would I want to own you?” I laughed. I liked the idea, but didn’t want to tip my hand by appearing too eager. “I’m really only interested in beating you to a bloody pulp; owning a worthless piece of shit falls well outside of my interests.”



“Short-sighted as always,” he sighed. “Have you considered just how easily I could monkey-wrench your entire plan? With nothing on the line, there’s really nothing stopping me from surrendering out of pure spite, handing you a hollow, meaningless victory. Think about what you know about me as a person – would it be in any way out of character for me make myself vulnerable, lead you to believe that your victory is imminent, and then whisper “I surrender” into your ear just to see the look on your face when you realize that you went through all of this for nothing?”



“Fine,” I agreed, trying not to sound too excited. “We have a deal. The winner will take full ownership of the loser. When that happens, I just hope you’ll remember that this was your bright idea.”



Rick removed his hand from my shoulder and extended it. Staring him dead in the eye, I grabbed his hand and shook it. As I headed to the bathroom, I hoped that I hadn’t revealed too much.



After draining my bladder, I checked myself out in Kate’s mirror. I looked like complete shit; hardly unexpected given the previous night’s events. As the gears in my head turned, I realized I could use this to my advantage. My appearance mirrored Rick’s uninformed image of me – a beaten little girl who would never have the nerve to fight back. As long as he believed that was what I was, he wouldn’t expect my attack. Splashing some water on my face I resolved to play up this false image until the time was right.



Heading back into the living room, I found Kate standing in front of the couch. Sensing my presence, she spun around to face me, a look of pure hatred and disgust plastered on her face. I felt bad for the fact that she had been unwillingly involved last night, but I reminded myself that this was Rick’s doing – not mine.



“Kate, I know you’re angry with me,” I calmly stated, “and you have every right to be. I hope that in time we can resolve this and be friends again, but right now I think that you need some space. Please know how sorry I am, and give me a call when you think you’re ready to discuss this.”



“Don’t forgot to take your piece of shit boyfriend with you,” she hissed, gesturing at Rick.



I thought about correcting her. Rick was most certainly not my boyfriend, and no matter what happened next this was unlikely to change. I didn’t want to start a fight, though, so instead I held my tongue and left, Rick following right behind me.



“We’ve got about two hours,” I explained, once out of the building, “until I have to meet my sister for lunch.”



“Until we meet your sister for lunch,” he corrected.



“No, I’m pretty sure I meant to say I,” I replied, standing my ground. “Maybe if you beg me really nice I’ll consider it, though.”



“We’ll see,” he laughed, looking a bit confused by my confidence. “Now, are you going to follow me to my car like a good girl, or shall I remind you of your place? As an added incentive, if you cooperate I’ll let you sit in the front seat instead of the trunk.”



“You wouldn’t put me in the trunk, would you?” I exclaimed, trying my best to sound afraid.



“Try me, bitch,” he growled, clearly buying my “frightened little girl” act.



As I followed him to his car, I reflected on how easy it was to manipulate him. Anything that implied that I was afraid of him would be accepted as the truth, regardless of evidence to the contrary. Realizing that I could use this against him, I decided to put off my revenge until he did something worthy of my hatred. Getting into his car, I stowed my purse at my feet, thinking about how sweet that moment would be.



Starting the car, Rick pulled out into traffic. I considered asking him where he was taking me, but it didn’t seem like it really mattered. Hoping to build up the image, I simply sat quietly, doing my best to look nervous.



After a brief drive, Rick parked his car in front of a sex toy store on South Street. Internally, I was ecstatic – I couldn’t believe my good luck. Not only would I have a chance to procure the tools that I would need to humiliate him, I’d be able to con him into buying them. Externally, I did my best to act terrified.



“Please don’t make me go in there!” I begged. “I’ve never been in a place like that, and someone I know might see me! I’d be humiliated!”,/p>



“Well, I wouldn’t want to humiliate you,” he mocked. “Maybe I should strip you naked and carry you in by force. Would you prefer that?”



“God, please no!” I pleaded, allowing him to think he was winning. “I’m sorry, I’ll come in willingly. Please don’t punish me?”



“I’ll let it slide this time,” he laughed like an idiot. “But don’t test my patience.”



I followed Rick into the store, silently laughing to myself about his ignorance. I was glad that I put off my revenge; building up his ego would make his fall that much more satisfying. Walking down the aisles, Rick stopped before a large display of various butt plugs.



“What are these for?” I inquired, feigning ignorance and innocence.



“Well, slut,” he explained patronizingly, “these are for shoving up your ass. The nice thing is I’ll be able to plug it when I’m not using it, and then when I decide to fuck you in the ass I won’t have to waste as much time getting you ready. Since you’re being so cooperative, by the way, I’m going to reward you. You may pick out which one you like; but be warned: pick one too small, and I will punish you for it.”



His warning was unnecessary. I knew that I wouldn’t be the one wearing the plug, and I had no intention of letting him off with a smaller one. Still I needed something that would fit, which ruled out the largest ones. Picking up a medium sized one, I checked his reaction only to find that he looked unhappy with the selection. His looked changed to reluctant approval as I put it back and selected one slightly larger. I just hoped that he would remember that he wanted to go big when the time came.



Walking further down the aisle, we passed a selection of strap-ons. Rick ignored them, but I lingered. Realizing that I wasn’t following obediently behind him, he turned to see what I was doing.



“God, you wouldn’t buy one of these, would you?” I whimpered.



“Why on Earth would I, you stupid bitch?” he laughed back. “In case you’ve forgotten, I have the real thing, and I think I proved last night that it works just fine.”



“That wasn’t what I was thinking at all!” I protested, baiting the hook. “Never mind, forget I said anything.”



“You don’t tell me what to do,” he warned. “And you are on extremely thin ice. Explain what you were thinking, and do it quickly.”



“I’m sorry!” I pleaded. “I’ll explain, just please don’t be mad? Last night, I think it’s pretty obvious that if Kate wasn’t there, Jack would have jumped right in and joined you. I hate the idea of being turned into a whore for my friends’ use, but I guess I can’t really stop you. I’ve been worrying about that a lot, to be honest. The only real upshot is that most of my friends are female, so at least I don’t have to worry about you letting them fuck me. If you had something like this, though, I’m afraid some of them might actually take you up on the offer.”



“Pick one,” he ordered, oblivious as always.



Looking over the selection, I picked up one that was approximately the same size as the butt plug that I had picked earlier. Rick shot me a look of disappointment, but didn’t object. Before I could swap it for a larger one, though, he turned and continued down the aisle, beckoning for me to follow.



Not wanting to push my luck, I remained silent for the rest of the Rick’s perverse shopping spree. He picked up a handful of additional items – rope, lubrication, handcuffs; nothing too unexpected. After paying for the toys he led me back to his car, forcing me to carry the goods.



As I got into the car I tossed the bags into Rick’s back seat. Jumping in the front seat, I quickly grabbed my purse and reached inside before Rick could get in the driver’s seat. Feeling the cool, black plastic of the stun gun, I quickly pulled it out and hid it behind my back.



Rick got in and started the car. As he drove off, I continued to play the part of the terrified little girl, far too afraid to ask what was going on. Focusing on the grin on his face, I looked forward to the time when I would wipe it off.



After driving a few minutes, Rick pulled into an empty parking lot. Parking his car at the edge furthest from the stores, he shot me a menacing look. Playing along, I gulped loudly.



“Strip,” he ordered.



“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered, grabbing my shirt as if to pull it off.



Buying into my act, Rick reached to the back seat for the bag of toys he had just bought. Struggling to reach, I saw my opportunity and jumped on it. With a single, fluid motion I whipped the stun gun out from behind my back and jammed it into his ribs as hard as I could. Before he had time to react, I pulled the trigger and pushed it into his body hard.



Disappointingly, he didn’t scream – though he did twitch, and quite a bit. As a crackling noise filled the air, I wondered how long I should apply the shock. Not wanting to risk a counterattack, I kept it up for a good ten seconds before taking my finger off the trigger. Rick’s body collapsed uncomfortably between the two front seats, heaving with his gasps for air.



“You fucking cunt,” he hissed. “That’s fucking cheating.”



“Please don’t be mad at me,” I laughed, mimicking my pleading from earlier. “Let me make it up to you. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it!”



“Throw that fucking thing out the window and get naked, bitch,” he demanded. His ignorance amazed me.



“What’s that?” I asked. “You want me to shock you again? I don’t see how that will help, but I guess you’re the boss.”



Jabbing the stun gun back into his ribs, I again shocked him. Feeling merciful, I only went for a couple seconds. He was clearly immobilized; I just wanted to remind him of his place.



“Okay,” he panted. “I get it. You’re mad, I crossed the line. I’m sorry. Let’s call a truce, okay?”



“Rick, honey,” I soothed, gently stroking his back, “you’re not surrendering this easily, are you? I haven’t even gotten a chance to pay you back for last night. I guess it’s okay if you are, though. As I recall, that would make you my property – meaning that I’ll still have my revenge.”



“Fuck you, cunt,” he hissed. “I’ll never surrender. You’ll have to fucking kill me first.”



“Fine by me,” I laughed, preparing to stun him again.



“Wait!” he cried. “I’m sorry, please don’t shock me again.”



“Is that fear in your voice?” I laughed. “I don’t blame you if it is. You’d have to be insane to not be terrified right now. However, if you cooperate, I promise I’ll be relatively gentle. You can start by getting your ass out of the driver’s seat and into the trunk.”



“I can’t,” he whined. “I swear to god, I would if I could, but I can’t move my body.”



“Poor baby,” I mocked. “I’m pretty sure that you could if you tried hard enough. This says to me that you either think that I’m stupid enough to believe your bullshit, or that I’m too afraid to shock you again. Which is it, Rick? Am I a coward, or an idiot?”



“That’s not what it is!” he cried. “I swear to god, Sara, I would move if I could. Just give me a minute to catch my breath?”



“Like you gave me a minute to catch mine last night?!” I shouted, filling with rage as the memories of his cruelty returned to my mind. “You’re pushing me, Rick, and you don’t want to do that. Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up before you dig your hole any deeper. Now, I’m going to count to ten. If you’re still in the car when I finish, I swear to god you will regret it.”



As I slowly counted to ten, Rick’s body stirred into motion. Gradually crawling back into an upright position in his seat, he slumped up against the door. Fumbling, he eventually found the handle and pulled it, causing the door to open and his body to fall out onto the pavement. Pleased with myself, I reached into the back seat and grabbed the bags with ease; removing the handcuffs, rope, and butt plug.



Walking around the front of his car, I found Rick’s body on the ground. Struggling to breathe, he looked up at me with a look of sheer terror on his face. Smiling back at him I noticed that his feet were still inside the vehicle. Increasing my pace, I ran up to him and kicked him hard in the ribs. Enjoying the groaning noise he made as my foot slammed into his torso, I kicked him a few more times for good measure.



“I instructed you to get out of the car,” I explained. “I didn’t say “get all of your body except for your feet” out of the car. I can’t have you misinterpreting my instructions like that. You understand, don’t you?”



“Yes,” he whimpered.



“Good bitch,” I laughed. “Let me give you a chance to prove it. I want you to sit up straight. I do not want you to dawdle or waste time, and I certainly don’t want to hear any excuses.”



Rick struggled to comply with my order. If it were anyone else, I’d be worried that I had hurt him bad, but I figured that if the worst that Rick got out of this was a couple of broken ribs then he had gotten off light. It took him a bit longer than I’d have liked, but he eventually made it to an upright position. Once sitting up, I brought his hands behind his back and cuffed them together. Wanting to be thorough, I then wrapped the rope around his torso several times before tying it tight behind him.



“See how merciful I can be?” I taunted. “Since you obeyed my order like a good little bitch I’m not going to have to punish you – at least not yet. Try to keep up the good behavior and get your slut ass in the trunk.”



Rick struggled to get to his feet. Truth be told, I doubt he could have pulled it off before I bound him, and being tied up wasn’t helping his balance. Ignoring his struggles, I leaned over him and pulled the trunk release. Seeing that he had made no progress, I sighed heavily and helped him to his feet, then led him to the trunk. He paused in front of it, unsure how he would climb in. Feeling that he was testing the limits of my patience, I punched him in the back. Crying out in pain, he awkwardly tumbled into the trunk. After helping him get his legs into the trunk, I carefully placed the butt plug directly in front of his eyes.



“If you hadn’t stopped me,” I reminded him, “I’d have picked a smaller one. Hell, if it had been up to me, I might have picked the smallest one they had. I want you to really look at this, and think about how it’s going to feel when you are forced to take it. Keep that thought in your mind, and remember that you wanted it big.”



Slamming the trunk shut, I felt a wave of pride wash over me. Yes, Rick had won last night’s battle, but he’d pay for every indignity that he forced upon me. Enjoying the sense of control, I hopped in the driver’s seat and drove home, ignoring his muffled moans of pain.



Parking the car, I looked around and found the street deserted. I walked back to the trunk with my stun gun ready. I was a bit concerned that Rick might have gathered his strength and escaped his bonds, and wanted to be prepared. Popping the trunk, though, I found that this was not the case. Rick was right where I had left him, still tied up, still pathetically helpless. Seeing the stun gun in my hands, a look of sheer terror came over his face.



“Poor little fella,” I taunted, gently stroking his hair. “You’re in a lot of pain, and you don’t want me to shock you again, do you?”



“No, please,” he whimpered.



“Well, good news,” I explained. “I don’t want to have to shock you either – though I will if I need to, and I promise I won’t feel even a little bad about it. Now, I’d like you to show me how obedient you can be, and kiss my stun gun. Hopefully my trigger finger doesn’t slip; I don’t think it would feel good on your face.”



As I extended the weapon, Rick leaned forward timidly to kiss it. Enjoying his obvious terror, I rubbed my finger over the trigger. Staring intently at my fingers, a tear rolled down his face.



“That’s a good little bitch,” I commended him. “Now, let’s get that slut ass inside. You’ve had enough rest that I think you should be strong enough to crawl out of the trunk, and I’m sure you’re excited to try out your new toys.”



Rick looked relieved to have the weapon out of his face, but clearly wasn’t strong enough yet to crawl out of the trunk. Impatiently, I tapped my foot as he struggled to thrust his upper body over the lip. Balancing his weight on the lip, he looked up at me as if to ask for help. No longer feeling patient, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him out of the car, allowing him to painfully fall to the ground.

“You’re moving entirely too slow, bitch,” I warned. “I’m going to gather up your little toys. By the time I’m done, you had better be on your feet and ready to move.”



Ignoring his whimpering, I returned to the car and gathered up the bags. Turning around I was surprised to see that he had actually managed to make it up to his feet, though was clearly having trouble keeping up. Openly laughing at his pain, I grabbed the butt plug out of the trunk and headed into my apartment building, motioning for him to follow.



Rick managed to keep up with my brisk pace, which was fortunate. I didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt over my actions, but I wasn’t hoping for my neighbors to find out. Entering my apartment I shoved him to the floor and locked the door behind us.



“The bedroom is over there,” I coolly explained, gesturing in the appropriate direction. “Get your ass in there, and climb into the bed. Try to do it without taking an eternity, my patience is wearing thin.”



Rick groaned loudly as he struggled to his feet and began walking. Feeling that he was moving too slow, I gently kicked him in the ass. Feeling that he deserved worse, I kicked him again, a bit less gently. Enjoying his humiliated sobs, I continued kicking him until he finally made it to the bed and fell in.



“Lie flat on your front,” I instructed, picking up a pair of scissors from my dresser. “I’m going to cut you free, but only long enough that I can tie you up in a different position. If you make any moves other than what I instruct, I’ll shove my stun gun between your legs and teach you the true meaning of pain.”



Rick complied with the order, rolling over on his stomach and holding still. Holding my stun gun to his ass with one hand and the scissors with the other I cut him free from the ropes, then unlocked the handcuffs. I don’t know if it was fear of abuse or if he was just too weak to try anything, but he held still the entire time. Once I had him free I took a step back, leaving the cuffs on the bed.



“Good slut,” I praised him. “Now, let’s get you out of those nasty clothes. Strip naked, and then cuff your right wrist to the bed post. Once that’s done, I want you to lay your left wrist by the opposite post and close your eyes.”



Rich groaned in humiliation, but obeyed. Once he had completed the tasks and closed his eyes, I quietly approached him, stun gun in hand. Once close enough, I dropped my knee onto his wrist to pin it down. Rick winced in obvious pain as I tied the wrist to the bedpost. I almost felt bad for hurting him like that, but it was what I needed to do to make sure that he didn’t try anything.



Having secured his arms, I got up and went to work on his legs, lashing each ankle to a bed post. That job complete I lied down next to him, hoping to give him time to take in the situation. Gently stroking his chest, I looked him in the eye, taking great pleasure in his terrified appearance. I would have given anything to know what was running through his head at that moment.



“So,” I said, breaking the silence. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass. I’d like to know how that makes you feel.”



“Sara, please don’t do this,” he begged. “I swear to god, I’ve learned my lesson. You can beat me some more, you can shock me, I don’t care, but please don’t fuck my ass.”



“I don’t know, if I keep beating on you you’ll probably die,” I mused. “You’re not exactly in great shape, you know. Then I’d have to bury your flabby ass, and really, I just don’t feel doing that.”



“Please,” he pleaded, “I obeyed your orders, I know my place. I’ll do anything else, but I’m begging you, don’t fuck me in the ass!”



“I suppose you have been obedient,” I admitted. “However, I’m not so sure that you’ve learned your place. I do enjoy the begging, but I’d like to hear you describe your role here more explicitly. Refer to yourself as an obedient little slut pig, and suggest some activities I could engage in instead of fucking you like the bitch we both know you really are. Make it convincing, and maybe we’ll work something out.”



Rick stared at me, a mixture of shock and contempt on his face. I assumed that his pride was simply overpowering his fear, and picked up the strap on. As I removed it from the package, his tone quickly changed.



“Wait!” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t fuck your little slut pig in his dirty little asshole. Please fuck my mouth instead? I promise I’ll get you off like the good little bitch I am!”



“I guess that could be a bit more enjoyable for me in some ways,” I agreed. “I’ll make a deal with you. You have five minutes to get me off. Succeed, and you might just be able to keep your asshole virgin, at least for now.”



Slipping out of my pants, I climbed up over Rick’s face and pulled my panties to the side. Lowering myself, he eagerly raised his head to meet me. I was a bit disappointed at just how eager he was – I wanted this to be abusive, not fun. As his tongue made contact, I quickly realized why he was so happy to accept my deal.



Rick may have been a piece of shit, but he clearly knew how to pleasure a girl with his mouth. As he went to work on my clit I realized that five minutes was entirely too much time – he could likely have gotten me off in half of that. Not wanting to give in so easily, I did what I could to sabotage his efforts – playfully slapping him across the face, grinding my crotch back and forth; but nothing seemed to faze him. After only a couple minutes, I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. As much as I wanted to cum, I couldn’t let him off the hook so easily. Steeling my willpower I forced myself to dismount his face.



“That was fucking pathetic,” I lied through my teeth. “I’m going to do you a favor and stop you early. You’ve proven how inept you are, I see no reason to embarrass you for the full five minutes.”



“Yeah, that’s what it is,” he laughed sarcastically. “I’m sure you hated every second of my terrible performance.”



It was the wrong thing to say. He might have had some talent, but he absolutely did not have the right to correct me. He needed to realize that, and I knew how to educate him. Enraged, I picked up the strap-on.



“Wait, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, realizing the seriousness of his mistake. “I didn’t mean to question you, please don’t be angry. Please, just come back and fuck your slut’s face a little more. I promise I’ll try harder, and even if you cum I’ll understand that it was in spite of my incompetence. Please forgive your little piggy?”



“Too late,” I growled, strapping the dildo into place.



Approaching the bed, I savored Rick’s obvious terror. He continued to beg, but I wasn’t about to let him talk his way out of this one. Still, I didn’t want to cut his suffering short. Realizing that I had time, I straddled his chest and aimed the tip of the dildo at his mouth.



“Thank you so much,” he gushed. “I’ll be a good little slut and suck your cock all you want. I promise you won’t regret it.”



His submission pleased me, but I didn’t want him to get too comfortable. Inching the plastic dick back, I made him reach for it. Laughing as he strained his neck to reach, I continued to wiggle further and further back, until he could just barely touch the tip with his tongue. As he struggled to reach, I reached back and slapped him hard across the face, sending his head flying back into the pillow.



Rick stared up at me with a surprised look on his face. He clearly didn’t like being slapped, and was likely struggling not to say something that he’d regret. I looked at him with mocking eyes, as if to ask him what he was going to do about it. To my surprise, he managed to pass my test – rather than question my actions he simply lied back, his mouth agape in shock. Figuring that it was cruel to taunt him like this, I decided to give him something to do with his mouth. Inching forward, I positioned the tip of the dildo at his mouth and rammed it in hard.



“I hope for your sake that you can suck cock better than you eat pussy,” I warned. “This is your last chance. If you can’t get me off this time, I’ll have no choice but to fuck that tight little slut ass of yours. Understood, pig?”



Rick tried to say yes, but found it difficult to do so with the plastic cock rammed down his throat. I considered taking it out so that he could answer, but didn’t see any real reason to. It didn’t matter if he agreed or even understood, as he had no say in the decision anyway. Unable to answer verbally, Rick instead tried to demonstrate his compliance by bobbing his head back and forth as much as our positioning would allow, eagerly sucking on the dildo. Surprisingly, this was actually quite pleasurable – the base of the dildo pressing against my crotch with each thrust of his head. Enjoying myself, I let him degrade himself for several minutes until his thrusts slowed. As his actions became almost insultingly labored, I pulled the dick out of his mouth.



“Giving up already, slut?” I demanded.



“No,” he cried, “I’m sorry, I’m not giving up. My neck hurts really bad, please have mercy?”



“Your asshole is going to hurt worse,” I reminded him. “And after last night, I think it’s established that you most certainly do not deserve mercy.”



“I know I don’t,” he admitted. “I know that I deserve everything that you’ve done to me and worse. You’re a better person than me, though – everyone knows it. I guess I’m hoping that you’ll show mercy to your slut, even though I don’t deserve it.”



“I’m glad you’re finally beginning to understand,” I praised, gently stroking his face. “I suppose I can cut you some slack, just this once. Don’t forget that you don’t deserve it, though – I don’t want you getting spoiled.”



Rick opened his mouth to thank me, but I wasn’t interested in conversation. Forcing the dildo back into it, I gradually moved my hips forward, forcing it deeper into his throat. His distressed moans suggested that he didn’t enjoy this treatment, but that wasn’t my problem. Ignoring his suffering, I continued forcing it deeper and deeper, until his nose butted up against my belly button. Surprised and a bit impressed that he could swallow such a large object, I held the position for a couple seconds as he struggled against his bonds.



“Once again, you manage to disappoint me,” I sighed. “I show you mercy, you show me a disgusting lack of gratitude. A slut like you ought to be thrilled to have its owner’s cock rammed down its throat, yet instead of moaning like a bitch in heat, here you are acting like you’re in pain.”



Dismounting him, I ignored his apologies and grabbed the butt plug. Coating it in lube, I held it immediately in front of his face, making sure that he could get a sense for the size. Rick quickly shut up, his eyes widening in terror of what he knew was about to happen.



“You’ve failed me, yet again,” I explained. “Maybe it was my fault for letting you off with such mercy. Either way, you need to be punished. I’m going to give you another chance to demonstrate your lack of oral prowess, but this time, you’ll have this up your ass the entire time. Understood?”



Rick reluctantly nodded. He knew that he was beaten; there would be no talking his way out of this one. He looked like he was about to cry.



“I’m glad you understand,” I soothed, moving the plug closer to his face. “Now give it a kiss to show your respect, and brace yourself – I’m done with playing gentle.”



Rick leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on the tip of the butt plug. Savoring his fear, I slowly pulled the plug away from his face, dragging the tip downward along his chest. Reaching his crotch, I found a surprise – Rick was rock hard.



“Looks like a certain little slut doesn’t hate its punishment as much as it’d like me to believe,” I laughed. “I can’t say I’m surprised, though. You are a disgusting creature; I should expect you to act in disgusting ways. Still, I hope you don’t think I’m going to have anything to do with your filthy little pecker.”



Rick groaned in despair as I positioned the tip of the butt plug at his anal opening. Applying firm pressure, it slid in more easily than I would have expected. After the first inch, though, I began to feel resistance.



“You really should try to relax,” I suggested. “You don’t have a choice as to whether or not this is going up your ass, but you do have a choice as to how much you cooperate. Help me get it up there, and I promise I’ll leave it in place for the time being. Resist, and I might just fuck you with it for no other reason than to watch you suffer.”



Rick didn’t answer verbally, but he did scoot his ass down, doing his best to force the plug inside. Enjoying the act of forcing him to humiliate himself, I simply held the butt plug in place, allowing him to do all the work. It took a while, but eventually he managed to get it all the way in, groaning in humiliation the entire time. With the plug in place, I again mounted his chest.



“I bet you’re glad you insisted on a large one now,” I taunted. “Who’s the real size queen here, slut?”



“I am,” he confessed. “I’m sorry that I said such a false thing about you. It was very wrong of me, and I’m glad you’re teaching me a lesson.”



“Save it, whore,” I spat, slapping him across the face. “Your mouth exists to get fucked, not to speak.”



Plunging the strap-on back into his mouth, I again slowly forced it in as far as I could. Holding it in position, I was pleased to find that Rick had learned from his earlier correction. He was still clearly uncomfortable and having difficulty breathing, but he did his best to feign pleasurable moans. Taking pity on his situation, I withdrew the cock a bit and allowed him a moment to compose himself. Not wanting to spoil him, I then fucked his face in earnest.



It was a lot more fun than I expected. With each thrust the base of the dildo rubbed up against my clit bringing physical pleasure, but more important was the feeling of power. I had total control over the situation – I could go rough or gentle, shallow or deep, and all he could do was make wet gargling noises.



Unfortunately, it was also quite tiring – my position wasn’t quite ideal, and I found that I could only go for a couple minutes before having to rest. I didn’t want to give him a chance to embarrass himself by misusing his mouth as an instrument of communication again, so I simply thrust the dildo as deep as I could and relaxed. I doubt that Rick enjoyed that, but he diligently did his best to convince me otherwise.



I continued in this manner for several minutes, occasionally slapping him or pinching his nose shut, just to flaunt my power. I could have gone for hours if I wanted to, but I did have to meet my sister for lunch and I still felt he needed to have his asshole raped. Reluctantly, I withdrew the cock from his mouth, marveling at the layer of saliva and tears coating his face.



“I’m sorry to have to say this, slut,” I sighed, “but it’s just not enough. I’ve given you much, much longer than five minutes, and you still haven’t made me cum. I don’t think it’s a time thing, either – you’re just a miserable failure. You know what that means, don’t you?”



“You’re going to fuck me up the ass?” he whimpered, lowering his eyes in shame.



“I’m glad that you understand that you’ve left me no other options,” I said. “I’m not heartless, you know. In fact, if you cooperate fully, I promise I’ll go gentle – at first, at least. You’ll be getting fucked hard before I’m done either way, though. Now, show me what an obedient little whore you are and beg your owner to fuck your slut asshole. Make me understand how much you want this.”



Rick’s face contorted in emotional distress. He obviously didn’t like the idea of begging for his own violation, but he understood that refusing my order would only make it more painful. I had no idea what he would do, but it didn’t really matter.



“Please fuck your whore, owner!” he blurted out after a few seconds, obviously struggling to make such a request. “Please shove your plastic cock in my dirty little asshole. I’m begging you, please fuck my ass!”



“I suppose if you’re that desperate, it would be cruel not to,” I laughed, moving towards his ankles. “Since you’re being such an obedient fuck toy, I’m going to free your legs so that you can participate more. Now, before you get any bad ideas in that empty whore head of yours, I need you to understand. If you kick me, or use your legs in any way other than facilitating your ass-fucking, I will make you suffer worse than you can possibly imagine. Is that clear, bitch?”



“Yes, owner,” he whimpered. “I promise I’ll only use my legs to help you fuck my asshole. Thank you for trusting me.”



Rick showed me his compliance immediately after I severed the bonds on his ankles by lifting his knees into the air, providing me access. Laughing, I removed the butt plug and moved into position. Taking his ankles in my hands, I moved them up so that his legs were straight. Surprisingly, Rick didn’t resist in the slightest, allowing me full control over his body.



Aiming the tip of the strap on, I watched a look of panic creep over his face as he realized the time had come. Wanting to savor his expression, I lingered for a few seconds before gradually pushing the dildo in. As his facial expression changed to one of pain he turned his head to the side.



“Don’t you fucking look away!” I demanded, releasing his ankle to slap him hard across the face. “You’re going to maintain eye contact until this is in you all the fucking way. I want you to describe what you’re feeling, in graphic detail.”



“It hurts!” he cried.



“And I can make it hurt worse,” I warned. “God knows you’d deserve it, too. I don’t give a fuck how much it hurts. What I want to know is how you feel, knowing that your owner is using your asshole for the first time.”



“It’s humiliating,” he moaned. “I feel completely powerless against you; totally at your mercy.”



“What else?” I hissed, enjoying his feedback.



“I guess it feels right in a way,” he admitted with struggle. “I brought this on myself, and I know that I deserve worse. It’s fucked up, but I’m honestly glad that you’re doing this. Thank you, owner. Thank you for teaching your slut a lesson.”



Something about his tone led me to believe that he was actually sincere, not just saying what he thought I wanted to hear. The idea was strange, but not undesirable – I honestly enjoyed the power I had over him, anyway. Wanting to reward his honesty, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Pushing his knees back I forced the dildo further in until it was fully buried. He groaned a bit, but never stopped kissing back.



“I appreciate your honesty,” I said, breaking the kiss. “Let’s explore this a bit. Tell me what you think I should do. You have my permission to speak freely.”



“I think you should use me however you wish,” he answered.



“That’s a shitty cop-out,” I hissed, slapping him lightly across the face while pushing the dildo in hard. “I said you have permission to speak freely, not that you have permission to dodge the question.”



“I’m sorry, owner,” he whimpered. “To be honest, you should probably stop being so merciful with me. I wasn’t half as merciful as you, and I don’t deserve such gentle treatment. I hate to admit it, but I think you should probably fuck me as hard as you can.”



“That’s a good slut,” I praised, stroking his face. “And I have some good news: that’s exactly what I was planning to do regardless of your answer.”



Leaning back, I raised his ankles high into the air, aiming them at the ceiling. Rick trembled in fear a bit, but did not resist. Slowly sliding the strap-on out of his ass, I looked him in the eye and rammed it back in hard, causing him to wince in pain. Enjoying the helpless look on his face, I repeated the process, again and again.



As he had pointed out, he deserved no mercy – and that’s exactly what I showed him. Fucking hard into him, I ignored his pained yelps and enjoyed myself. I liked seeing him squirm. I liked being in complete control. I really liked the way the base of the dildo kept grinding into my clit. I liked it all so much that I didn’t stop, even when his pathetic whimpering gave way to pleasurable moaning.

So, the sexual journey of James and Rachel continues in this chapter. Really, each chapter can be read as a stand-alone story, but to really get a feel for the love and companionship they share, you should start with chapter one. Like any other writer here on Lit, I love to read your comments, so please, let me know what you think and don’t forget to rate what you read… Now, on to what you came here for:



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James felt he and his lover had a fantastic sex life. Really, their time together period was wonderful. He didn’t really have anything to complain about. Sure, Rachel didn’t take charge in the bedroom as often as he liked, but he was still very happy with her. They laughed and had idle chatter as they copulated and could still stay in the mood. He felt they complimented each other well and they could even get through the large majority of their problems. What was there to do but continue enjoying this life?



“I wonder if he’s even thought about what today is,” Rachel thought to herself as she showered after their morning romp in the sheets. “Maybe I can surprise him with a trip to that store; we’ve talked about it but haven’t had the time.” She turned off the water and reached for her towel deciding that that’s what she’d do for him today. After all, it was a special day. She dried and dressed herself and contemplated what they might browse for or even purchase later that day.



As he looked at the time to find his work week was nearly at its end, James wondered to himself what Rachel was going to want to do today. So far, she’d been silent about it and that worried him. “Oh well,” he said to himself aloud. “Oh well, we’ll figure out something, I’m sure.” He finished ringing up the last few customers in his line, cheerfully chatting with them about the weather, recent news and what events were coming up in town, turned off the light for his lane and headed for the time clock. He clocked out, changed out of uniform and said good bye to his coworkers on his way out the doors.



Looking at the clock, Rachel figured James would be home in a few minutes and checked her make-up and outfit. She was wearing a short black skirt with a black thong and a grey, tight strapped top that showed her tits and cleavage deliciously even without a bra underneath like she was wearing it now. Seeing that she looked just as she wanted to, she waited to hear her man putting his bike in the back yard. He’d find the glass door locked and have to come around the front where he’d find her sipping on a drink waiting for him. She was happy that he’d given her a key; it made times like this nice and easy.



James sighed as he tried the back door, found it locked and didn’t see Rachel. “Front door it is then.” He went around the building, and unlocked the front door. Upon opening it, he saw his girlfriend and her outfit and started drooling. He knew something was going to happen, but wasn’t sure what or when, but he wanted it bad. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and change since it looks like you have something planned and I don’t want to be out of place.” He quickly turned and hurried to the bathroom and showered. Once done, he chose a nice charcoal-grey shirt and his best black jeans, forgoing any undergarments. He dressed quickly, making sure to tuck in his shirt and keep his belt straight. After a quick glance in the mirror and brush of his hair to put the stray hairs in place, he went out to the living room.



Rachel was sipping a glass of soda when she saw James step into the room. “Damn babe, I forgot how well you clean up.” She gave him a slow look from head to toe and back, pausing to admire how his jeans were *just* tight enough at the crotch to accent his package. As she looked, she saw a hint of the chain upon which his ‘S’ shield necklace hung beneath his shirt. She smiled, knowing that he was her very own Superman. She rose, leaving her now empty glass on the end table and crossed the room to where her man stood. “Ready for this, babe?” She asked.



James loved the way his sultry vixen of a girlfriend had looked at him. He knew she couldn’t help but look at his groin and how good it looked in these jeans. “Yeah, where are we going?” He was quite curious as to where the night would take them. Allowing Rachel to take the lead, he closed and locked the door behind them. They got into her car and pulled out onto the street. James noted that Rachel still hadn’t said anything about where they were going or what her plans were. He kept an eye on the road, keeping track of street names as they went along, trying to figure out where they could be headed.



Rachel was thoroughly enjoying not telling James where they were headed or any of her plans for the night. She drove around, taking a longer route than necessary to get around. She could tell James was watching what streets they were passing and which ones they were driving down, he always did. Because of him, she could honestly say they’d never gotten lost together. Soon, she knew he’d figure it out. She had to park close to the first place, a nice buffet with Chinese, Japanese, and American foods that they both liked to eat at once in a while. She found an empty spot just a little ways down and maneuvered in. Thankfully, it was after six o’clock and they didn’t have to worry about the meter. Before they got out of the car, Rachel took a strip of silk and tied it across her lover’s eyes, telling him that if he peeks before she says he can take it off, then they will go home and the night will be over.



James was both surprised and turned on when Rachel blindfolded him. He nodded in acceptance of what she said, carefully climbed out and waited for her to guide him from the car. He was pleased that he had managed to teach her how to blindfold someone so well, he couldn’t see through it, nor could he see under it. He was completely blind to his surroundings. Soon, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, and he was being gently pushed forward. He walked uncertainly, not sure where he was being steered. He could smell various scents from different restaurants as he passed them, wondering if he would be turned to one of them. Shortly, he was. There were too many scents to sort out inside so he couldn’t quite figure out where they were as he was guided along and told to sit down.



“Don’t say a word or take that blindfold off, I’ll be right back.” Rachel stood, walking with the hostess and telling her she’d like one glass of coke and a pot of green tea. She went to the buffet, and loaded up a plate with rice, udon noodles and various chicken, sea food and beef dishes before returning to the table. She took out her chopsticks and fed James a piece of spicy beef and told him to guess where they were. “You get three guesses. If you guess right, you get to take off the blindfold. If you guess wrong, you have to keep it on.”



Savoring the morsel, James slowly chewed the meat in his mouth. He could taste pepper, beef, cayenne and a few other spices in there. “Hibachi-San?” he asked after swallowing. That was the wrong answer. Soon, he had another piece of meat in his mouth, this time, chicken. He could taste the sweetness of a Chinese lemon sauce. So far, spicy beef and lemon chicken… “That Chinese place by Radio Shack?” he guessed, unable to remember their name. He was given another bite as well as being told that he was incorrect again. This time, he was sure he tasted crab and bacon. “Where would one get crab wrapped in bacon.” he asked himself, still unable to guess it. James thought hard as he chewed slowly. He just couldn’t figure it out. “Babe, I give up. I have no idea where we are.”



Rachel laughed victoriously. “We’re at the Super Buffet, love. I guess I have to keep feeding you since you can’t take that blind fold off now.” She grabbed her fork and as James opened his mouth to say something, she slid a bunch of rice in before his words could come out. Happily, Rachel continued feeding both of them and helping James find his cup of tea. She was so excited for the next part of their outing that she could feel her thong getting a little damp. She couldn’t stop herself from shuddering in pleasure with some of the thoughts she was having, causing James to ask her if she was okay a couple times. “I’m great, dear, just enjoying making YOU feel helpless for once!”



They both had a laugh at that and finished up their second plate before deciding they were finished and got up to pay the check. Rachel then lead James back to the car and helped him get in. “Do I really have to keep the blindfold on, babe?” he asked. He didn’t want to miss keeping track of where they were going in case Rachel got lost.



“Yes you do. And don’t worry; I know how to get where we’re going with no problem.” She could feel herself getting wetter as her thoughts began to get away from her. She pulled out into traffic and headed south. Her destination was in the next town, but she liked it more than the other store in the area. They had a nicer shop and a better selection of merchandise. Not to mention that the staff was much friendlier.



Rachel pulled into a parking space right in front of the store and killed the engine. After telling James to stay put for a moment, she got out and went around to his open door to help him out and into the store. As they entered, she motioned to the gal behind the counter to stay quiet, and pointed to the blindfold covering her boyfriend’s eyes. The cashier nodded and mouthed that if they needed anything, to just ask. Rachel steered James to the back portion of the store and told him that he could take off the blindfold.



James reached back and untied the knot and slowly brought the silk away from his eyes. He slowly opened them, allowing them to adjust and blinked a few times before looking around. “WHOA!” he exclaimed, “Not quite what I was expecting, ha ha.” The first thing his eyes had landed on upon opening was a strap-on dildo that was as big around as his fist. He looked at Rachel and asked if there was a reason they were there in that particular part of the store.



“Well, you mentioned that you never had a boyfriend with a big enough dick and that none of your girlfriends ever played with your asshole, so I thought maybe we could get something that I could try using on you.” She could feel herself both blushing and starting to leak down the insides of her thighs from the excitement of thinking about fucking James in the ass with a strap-on dildo. “If you want to, that is.”



James looked at the selection and found one that was inexpensive and looked somewhat close to the same size as his own cock. He pointed at it and asked Rachel how she felt about it. He knew it was going to be in his ass, but he wanted her to be comfortable with it too. “It’s just about the same size as me, I think.” he told her, “but if you want to get a bigger one or smaller, we can talk about that too.” He could feel his member starting to swell in his jeans. He pulled down the seven inch dildo with harness and handed it to the one who would be wearing it.



Rachel looked at the wall with all the sex toys and let her eyes linger on a few of the strap-ons before looking at the one James had handed her. “This one is nice,” she reached for another one, a little smaller than the one she was holding and let her hand brush across the bulge in James’ pants. She liked that he felt like he was getting hard. “What do you think about this one?” She asked, holding up the smaller one.



“It’s too thin and only five inches, I don’t think I’ll get much out of that.” He pointed to the one he’d grabbed, “That one looks like a good size to me.” His jeans were getting to be unbearably tight from thinking and talking about this. “Why don’t we get that one?”



Rachel looked at the two in her hands and put the smaller one back. “Okay, if you think this one is good, we’ll get it.” She then grabbed his crotch teasingly and walked away towards the counter. The cashier then rang up their purchase, and asked if they had found everything alright. Rachel said yes and rubbed her lover’s straining jeans while giving the gal a wink. After she paid for the toy, they went out to the car where Rachel again blindfolded James.



“Babe, what gives,” he asked her, “I thought we were going back to my place to test this thing out?” He still held the strap-on in a bag on his lap. She giggled telling him that he’d have to wait a little longer and that she had one more surprise before the went back. He sat in silence thinking about what Rachel could have in mind next as they drove to the next location. After a bit, he felt the car slowing down and heard what sounded like gravel or dirt under the tires. Confused, he strained to hear more as Rachel turned off the engine.



“I know it’s out of the way, but I want to do something before we go back and see how well you like the strap-on.” Rachel got out of the car as James did the same, still blindfolded. She walked around to him and kissed him hard against the passenger door. Her hand slid down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Soon, his shirt was open and his pants were following suit. Rachel was quite happy to find that he didn’t have anything on under his shirt or jeans and took hold of his hard shaft as it was released from its confines.



James couldn’t help but moan a little as he felt her hand around him. He’d been needing release since she started talking about the strap-on dildos in the store. Sadly, he found he wasn’t getting that release. Instead, Rachel climbed up on top of the roof of the car and took his blindfold off. James was looking straight at the crotch of her thong. “Well, here’s a very pleasant surprise to open my eyes to,” he said as he ran a finger up the inside of each of his lover’s thighs to where they met the material. “Damn babe,” he remarked, “what got you so wet? Your thong is so wet I could squeeze it and make a little puddle1″



“James, dear, if you don’t start licking and fingering my soaking wet pussy, you’re going to be blindfolded, bound and gagged for the whole night after we get back to your house and all you’ll get is to hear me fucking myself with that dildo.” She knew her glare would burn into him with her need and she hoped he would make her cum quick. The only reason she didn’t just go back to his place was because she needed to cum and couldn’t wait any longer. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pulled it off, lifting her ass enough to let it under her and then tucked it into James’ shirt pocket.



James could smell the scent of pussy coming from the wet thong in his pocket and moved to Rachel. Two of his fingers slid right into her to the knuckle as his tongue began to dance on her clit. He let his other hand reach up to pull the neckline of her top down and under her tits. Alternating between the two, he gave her tits and nipples pinches and twists as he groped them while keeping his other hand busy deep in her cunt and his tongue on her clit. Hearing his lover’s moans drove him to rub her gspot better while his tongue flicked on her clit faster.



Rachel was nearing her first orgasm as she saw headlights round the corner. She couldn’t decide if she should let James continue eating and fingering her or if she should stop him when he stopped and quickly pulled her top back up over her tits. He kept his fingers insider her dripping love hole, however and kept rubbing her gspot as the car drove past. Once the tail lights were gone, she pulled his head back into her crotch and he resumed licking her. She had backed off a bit while the car passed, but James was getting her back up there quickly.



James was conflicted about having stopped to wait for the car to pass. He wanted to make her cum, and they’d talked about fooling around where people could see, but he wasn’t sure if tonight was right for it. He kept attacking her clit with his mouth and her pussy with his fingers as he thought about it. He could hear another vehicle approaching in the distance and debated the option of making her cum as the car passed them, if it went their way. The way she was moaning from his ministrations, it might just be better to get her off before or as the car passed, he decided.



Rachel could hear the car too, and wondered if James would stop this time too. She was close to cumming and at this point didn’t care if someone drove by as her man got her off. She could feel his fingers and tongue slow a little, keeping her right at the edge as the car drew closer. Suddenly, he sucked her clit into his mouth, rubbing and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers went into overdrive in her cunt. Her orgasm crashed over her, bringing out a scream of pleasure as the car slowly passed them. Rachel thought she saw the brake lights come on for a moment, but couldn’t tell and forgot about it as she peaked and started coming down.



James was listening to the car as it came up to them and passed and could tell it had slowed as it passed them. Then, he heard Rachel scream as the walls of her pussy squeezed his fingers with her orgasm. More of her love juices flowed out of her and down his hand and wrist, running down onto the roof of her car and into his goatee. He slowed his fingers and mouth and let her come down easy. He listened to her panting as she caught her breath and then helped her down to the ground. She helped him get himself back into some semblance of order before He offered her the thong in his pocket, which she accepted after he squeezed it out in an attempt to make it a little more wearable before they got back in the car.



They drove to James’ place and barely made it in the door before clothes were coming off. The bag with the strap-on was thrown onto the floor as shoes were kicked off and shirts tossed aside. He grabbed her and pushed her up against a wall which was perpendicular to an open window and kissed her hard. He undid her skirt and shoved it and her thong off while she fumbled with his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. As soon as his pants were far enough down his legs for his cock to be free, he shoved it into her dripping slot. James was so consumed with his lust that he didn’t even give a thought to the window to his left.



She loved how fiercely James was fucking her and though worried that someone might hear or see them, was excited by the open window next to her. She could feel her pussy getting stuffed full of James’ cock as he held her right leg up. She could see their reflection in the glass and watched his shaft plunge deep into her with each stroke and watched as her juices ran down her leg and dripped from her lover’s balls. Soon, she was cumming again. She moaned his name over and over as her orgasm grew and exploded within her. She pushed James away afterwards and walked to where the bag from the sex shop had landed.



James watched as Rachel figured out how to put on the harness and then helped her get the dildo into it. They walked to the bedroom, him being led by his throbbing member. He was made to get on his hands and knees on the edge of the bed, with his ass in the air. He was thrilled and couldn’t wait to feel the fake dick enter his ass. James didn’t have to wait long.



Rachel stroked lube onto the phallus jutting out from her groin and tried to calm herself down. The idea of fucking her boyfriend in the ass was so exciting and her pussy continued to drip it’s wetness down her legs. She stepped forward and let the tip touch James’ asshole before she rubbed it around a little. “Babe, you’re a little too high for me to reach right, could you lower yourself some?”



James spread his legs a bit, lowering himself so she could reach and causing his ass to be angled to better take the dildo. He felt the tip push against his anus and he relaxed himself. He could tell Rachel was trying to be gentle and not hurt him. “Babe, you can push a little harder,” he told her, “you know how big my vibrator is and I can take that pretty easily.”

Parker answered his phone with his usual, “Yo.”



“Do you even look to see who’s calling when you answer?” Jamie’s voice said.



“Not usually.” Parker admitted. “Why?”



“I’d think that when I called, at least, I’d get something a little more romantic than, ‘Yo’.”



He could tell she was just fucking with him, trying to poke him a little to see if he’d respond, so he told her, “Baby, you know you’re the only one I yo for. I don’t even answer when anyone else calls.”



“Bullshit!” She laughed and her voice made him smile. He couldn’t help himself. Something about her was mystifyingly special.



“I’m sorry, babe. What can I do to make it up to you?”



“Well, I heard a rumor you’re going to pick me up in an hour and we’re going somewhere special?”



“You heard right.”



“I’m waiting. Oh, and I packed those special items we bought.”



He knew she meant the strap-on and the lube they’d gotten at Rosie’s Sister’s Porn Emporium. He couldn’t wait to see how the weekend was going to unfold.



His cousin Sabrina had called him out of the blue and told him if he wanted he could use the family cabin this weekend. There wouldn’t be anyone there, and he deserved it after winning the championship. She said her dad had won almost five hundred bucks betting on him, and would love to do him the favor.



Parker thought it was the perfect place to get more intimate with Jamie. The two of them were done with their finals and had nothing to do for the next couple of weeks. A relaxing drive out to the family’s cabin was just what he needed.



When he pulled up to the curb he could see Jamie already waiting, her bright red hair done up in pigtails that made her look so cute he wanted to gobble her up right there on the street. She was wearing black capri pants and a white button down that he was pretty sure she’d stolen from him just a day ago. It looked way better on her.



She only had one bag, a big athletic bag that she had slung over her shoulder, and when he stopped the car she tossed it in the back and jumped into the front seat, giving him a sloppy wet kiss and smiling as he pulled away from the curb.



“So your family has a cabin, huh?”



“My uncle’s. My cousin spends a lot of time there, but she called to say her boyfriend was taking her to Mexico for the weekend and I could have the run of the place.”



“Is it nice?”



“It’s got a great big California King sized bed that gets so comfy you never want to get out of it.”



“Once I’m in bed with you I’m never going to want to get out of it anyway.”



“That sounds ok to me.”



They smiled at each other and he put the gas to the floor, making it out of the city and into the backwoods in record time. Jamie sat back and listened to the radio. The two of them sang along to a couple of songs together, their voices harmonizing, and eventually Jamie turned the radio off and said, “So, this has been going on for more than a week now. How are you feeling?”



“What are we talking about?”



“You know. Us? The fact that you’re dating a girl with a penis?”



“I’m still feeling the same as I was. I’m loving every second of it. I’ve never been more comfortable with someone. And I love that we have a secret that’s just ours. It makes it feel like we’re naughty or something.”



Jamie laughed. “Well, if that’s what makes you feel naughty, and not the fact that we sucked a guy off in a glory hole upstairs from a triple X bookstore, then we’re definitely in for some good times!”



Parker laughed. “Yeah, that was kind of awesome. Weird, but seriously awesome.”



They were quiet for a while, but it was a comfortable silence, both of them thinking of how they were going to make this weekend the best experience they’d ever had. Parker reached over and put his hand between Jamie’s legs, rubbing the soft fabric and feeling her little prick start to stiffen.



Jamie had been laying back, looking out the window, and now she closed her eyes and moaned. Parker could feel his own dick getting hard as he drove, pressing against the inside of his jeans and he had to pull his hand away to keep from sideswiping a tree.



Jamie jumped in her seat and said, “What happened?”



“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”



“Oh.” She smiled at him. “Maybe we should cool it til we get to the cabin.”



“Yeah. Maybe so.”



Parker tried to concentrate on the road, but found it difficult with her laying right there next to him. How could he not want to just stop and spend the next two days ravishing her on the side of the road?



Focus, he told himself.



The sun was going down as they pulled up to the cabin, far out in the woods, without anyone around, and Jamie said, “Oh, it’s so big!”



“That’s what I like to hear my girl say.” Parker said.



“Yeah? Well, maybe you have something to show me.”



“We should get inside.” Parker said. “Before I tear through my pants like the Hulk.”



“Easy, boy. We have all weekend.”



“I see no reason to put off the fun stuff.” Parker said. “Unless you’re hungry.”



As they walked up to the front door Jamie said, “Oh, I’m hungry. But not for food.”



They barely had time to drop their bags in the front room before they were all over each other. Parker’s tongue exploring the inside of Jamie’s mouth, his hand shoved down the front of her pants, rubbing her little penis. She pulled his shirt up over his head and let her hands run over his chest, feeling every muscle and pinching his nipples.



“Where’s that king sized bed?” She said, through gasping lips.



“California King.” He corrected her, his breath coming in ragged spurts.



“Just point.” She said.



He grabbed her, and lifted her off the ground, holding her like a blushing bride crossing the threshold on their honeymoon, and carried her to the master bedroom, where indeed there was a California King sized bed.



Jamie said, “Ok, once again, Wow. It’s big.”



“You mean the bed, don’t you?”



“Can we just get started?” She said.



He laid her down gently, and started unbuttoning the dress shirt, slipping it open to reveal her breasts crammed inside a white bra with a pink bow between her breasts.



“Aw.” He said. “A present for me?”



“Two of them.” She giggled. “Matching set.”



“Nice.” Parker yanked at the shirt until it came undone and lay under her like a flowing cape, revealing her tummy and boobs. He thought she was the most gorgeous thing in the world. He started at her belly button, licking and kissing, moving up slowly as she gasped and moaned until he got to the bottom of the bra.



“I may need your help with this.” He said. She reached behind her, rolling to one side to undo the bra, and pulled it off along with the shirt, tossing them both to the floor.



Parker stepped back to survey the scene: A gorgeous toples redhead in black capri pants laying on his uncle’s bed, waiting for him to fuck her six ways to sunday. How did he get so lucky?



He couldn’t take the strain anymore and undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He decided to keep his underwear on for the moment, a pair of black BVDs that he thought he looked especially good in, his cock bulging in the front.



He crawled on top of Jamie, letting his tongue trace circles around her left nipple while he rubbed her right breast, gently. He tried his best to take it slow, but the sound of her moaning got to him and he rolled over on his back next to her and slipped his underwear off.



“It’s driving me crazy.” He said. She looked at him and he glanced down at his erect cock, sitting up like a tower in a flat field. “Can you do anything with it?”



She smiled and said, “Let’s see what happens.”



Parker watched her head move down his torso, stopping to lick his abs, and run her tongue through his belly button. He giggled.



“Ticklish?”



“A little.” He admitted.



She stopped just above his cock and let her tongue trace patterns over his belly, teasing him. She kept moving her head towards his dick, but never quite got there. After a few minutes he said, “Oh, please. Please.”



“You’re begging me?”



“I am.” He said.



“It won’t be the last time this weekend.”



And with that she moved her head down and swallowed his cock whole. It was amazing. One minute he couldn’t stand it anymore, like an itch you can’t scratch, and the next minute she had all seven inches of his dick in her mouth, her lips pressed tightly against the base of it.



He said, “Oh, God, yes.”



She sucked for a few seconds, and then pulled back, letting her lips touch every inch of his magnificent penis. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then licked from the bottom to the top of it.



She slid backwards and put his balls in her mouth, suckling them like gumballs, enjoying the flavor of them, and enjoying even more listening to Parker moan with ecstasy. She put her hand on his dick and stroked, softly up and down, up and down, while she licked his asshole and his balls, moving up and down with her tongue.



Parker said, “Jesus, oh, I’m gonna cum!”



She put her mouth over his cock and soaked it all up, sucking down every last drop of cum, slurping his dick like the straw of a milkshake until he felt like his balls were empty and deflated.



He just lay there, looking up at the ceiling.



“Better?” She asked him.



“Oh, God, yes.” He said for the second time.



“What now?” She asked.



“Now? Now it’s your turn.”



“What are you going to do to me?” She asked.



“Come here and and I’ll show you.”



Jamie crawled back towards him so she could kiss him again, and he immediately rolled her over onto her back and worked his way down her body. He stopped to suck both breasts, and licked his way from right between them down over the belly button and straight to the top of her pants.



He tugged gently on the black capris and pulled them down past her hips, revealing a pair of shiny pink panties, string bikini style. As tight as they were he could still barely make out the little dick waiting inside.



He kissed them, enjoying the feel of the satiny cloth and the bulge beneath them. He put his lips on them and smooched, over and over until he heard her chuckling and moaning at the same time.



“I love these.” He said.



“I do too. They’re my favorite panties.”



He slipped them down past her hips as well and saw the little cock standing at attention. It was tiny, but unmistakable, and he put his mouth over it and sucked on it as best he could. He pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and spread her legs, lifting her ass up off the bed so he could stick his tongue into it.



She obliged him by moaning and pushing her legs together tightly, letting her thighs rest on his ears. He thought it was awesome, the warm thighs pressed against his face. Plus it was like listening to the ocean, and he licked her asshole in and out like it was a pussy. He pushed in and out with his tongue, and then started with one finger, and then two as he pressed in and up and in and out, and kept going, his mouth on her little dick until he felt something spurt out of it.



She screamed as she orgasmed, calling out his name in a husky voice, “Parker!” And kept sucking and sucking until she rolled over onto her side and said, “Stop, oh God, stop!”



Parker untangled himself from her legs and crawled next to her, holding her in his arms, and the two of them fell asleep for almost an hour.



When they woke up it was dark and Parker had to fumble around to find the lights. When he did he saw Jamie laying naked on the bed, on her side, and he felt his dick start to get hard again. Her ass was perfect, pink and white, and built to be fucked. The skin was so soft and inviting that he couldn’t help but rub his hands over it, and he heard her say, “Oh, baby, that feels good.”



“Yeah?”



“Yeah.”



“How you feeling? You ready to try our special treat?”



“You really want to do this?” She asked.



“For you, I’d do anything.”



“I didn’t ask you to do this.” She reminded him.



“I know, but I want to experience everything I can with you.”



She nodded, understanding. She felt the same way. He made her want to do things she’d never considered before. But she didn’t want to do them with anyone else.



Parker watched as she got up and left the room, returning a few seconds later with her suitcase. She sat it on the bed and opened it, sifting through panties and shirts and socks until she found the cardboard box that said, “Love Handle” on it. She took it out and sat it next to her suitcase while she dug around and found the astroglide.



Parker just lay there, watching and smiling. She opened the cardboard box and took out the strap-on. It looked bigger than Parker expected.



“Wow.” He said.



“Think it’s too much?”



“I trust you.” He said.



She took the strap-on and positioned it on her crotch, over her penis, and tied it in the back. The other two straps went around her legs and she had to turn around and let Parker help her get them tied on. When they were on good she adjusted the top strap so that the dick sat perfectly on her groin, sticking out like a raging hardon.



She turned and modeled it for him. “What do you think?”



“Sexy.” He said.



“Yeah?”



“Hell yeah.”



She reached down and stroked it, like she was masturbating. “This would certainly make things easier.” She laughed.



“Well, don’t just stand there, bring it over here!”



Parker had moved to the edge of the bed, lying on his stomach and he pulled Jamie towards him and put the plastic penis in his mouth, sucking it like it was a real cock. Jamie put her hand on top of his head and said, “That’s it, big boy. You suck that cock!”



“Yes, ma’am!” Parker said through a mouth full of fake dick.



She let him go on like that for a minute or two before she pulled back and said, “Ok, you ready for your first anal experience?”



“I believe I am.” Parker sat up on his knees and said, “What should I do?”



“Ok, first, just lay on your stomach.”



Parker lay down on his stomach and pulled his hardening cock up between his belly and the bed. Jamie took the astroglide and tried to get the top off but couldn’t. After two or three tries she handed it to him. “Here.” She said.



Parker yanked the cap off and handed it back to her.



“My big strong man.” She said.



“Hurry up and fuck me.” He joked.



“I’m getting to it!”



Jamie took the astroglide and covered her hand in it, then leaned over and stuck it between Parker’s ass cheeks. God, but his ass was beautiful. Tight, tanned, and muscular. She put her hand on his back and let her other hand caress his butt cheeks, loving the soft but firm feel of them.



She slid a finger into his asshole and Parker tensed up.



“You have to relax, honey. It’s not going to go easy the first time. It may hurt.”



“Ok.” He said. He tried relaxing. After a minute or two of caressing she slipped her pinky into his ass. He tensed again, but not as much.



“Let’s try something.” She said, and she pulled him over onto his side.



His cock was sticking out, leaning down but starting to get hard again. She gripped it with one hand and continued caressing his ass with the other. Whenever she would slip a finger into his anus she’d squeeze his cock, and after a few tries he felt more relaxed and after a bit she got two fingers in.



“How does it feel.”



“It’s not bad.” He said. “Pressure. But it’s not entirely unpleasant.”



“Good. Now we’re going to try the hard part.”



“Yeah?”



She rolled him back over onto his stomach and tried to position herself between his legs. She covered the strapon in astroglide and put the tip of it right up next to his asshole.



“Ok, relax.” She said.



“Ok.”



“Don’t tense up.”



“Ok.”



“I’m not going to go all the way in, yet.”



He nodded and she pushed forward just a little. Parker crawled forward a bit and said, “Sorry!”



“It’s ok. We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”



Parker said, “Do it again. I’m ready this time.”



“You’re sure?”



Parker nodded.



She pressed the tip of the strapon against his asshole and started to push forward, only this time Parker slid backwards, letting the tip of the plastic dick enter his anus.



He said, “Ahhhahahahhh!”



“You ok?”



“Yeah.” He said, through clenched teeth. “I’m good.”



Jamie pulled back a little, but before she pulled out Parker said, “No! Don’t take it out. Just leave it. Let me get used to it.”



Jamie said, “Ok.” She leaned forward and put her hands on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart to get a better angle. She pressed her groin forward letting the strapon in a little further.



Parker went, “Aohhohhhohhgahhha!”



“You ok?” She asked, concerned.



“Great!” He said. “Now fuck me.”



“Yeah?”



“Oh, fuck yeah!” He shouted.



Jamie started humping, letting her ass push forward and bury the strapon in Parker’s rear. She didn’t want to hurt him, so she never pressed farther than about halfway, letting three or so inches of strapon fuck Parker for a few minutes.



After a while her legs started to cramp.



“I’m pulling out.”



“Are we done?” He asked.



“For now.”



“Ok.”



Parker lifted his ass as Jamie pulled the strapon out and examined it. It was dirty, but that was to be expected. She didn’t see any blood though, and that was good. She was afraid she’d tear his anus, which was something she’d had personal experience with.



Parker rolled over.



“That was…weird.”



Jamie said, “Good weird, or bad weird?”



“With you it’s always good weird.”



She smiled. “Aw.”



“Now what?”



“Now we need to trade places. I need to get fucked.”



Parker said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”



He moved out of the way and she lay down on her stomach. Parker reached down and said, “Uh-uh.” He turned her over on her back. She looked up at him.



“I want to be able to look into your eyes while I’m fucking you.”



He lifted Jamie’s legs up and pulled her butt towards his waiting dick. He put some astroglide on it and slipped it right between her buttcheeks. It slid into her asshole with no complaints.



He saw her face go slack with ecstasy and he started pumping his dick in and out of her ass, her legs resting on his chest, and over his shoulders. He loved looking down at her breasts, bobbing up and down in rhythm with his strokes, and he put his hands on them.



He loved the feeling of the back of her thighs on his stomach, her legs on his chest, and he grabbed them, hugging them to his body while he fucked her, pounding his dick in and out of her ass. She started moaning, making grunting noises with each stroke and she heard him say, “Park, er, Park, er, Park, er…”



“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum!” He said, and gave her one last powerful thrust, letting his dick get as far into her ass as he’d ever been and then he felt sweet release as jism spillled from his dick into the dark interior of her insides.



He felt her anus clenching, milking his cock for everything it could get and he looked down into her eyes. She looked like she was crying, and she said, “Oh, God, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had!”



After a few seconds they tumbled down together onto the bed and Parker held her in his arms.



“I don’t think I ever want to leave here.” Parker said.



“Do we have to?” She asked.

After that wonderful birthday night, one that will never be topped for the rest of my life, our sex life and our overall life was better than ever. Both my wife Kim and I became happier than ever. We would constantly be walking around with smiles. Each of us was striving to be better, to look better, and feel better. We immensely loved my birthday night and our sex lives were changed forever.



Over the next couple of months, regular traditional sex was slowly fading away. We had sex everyone night after, but only pulled out the strap-on once that month. The next month we used it four times. After that, it was every other session. Eventually we just gave in, we both loved pegging more than tradition sex and it became our only form of sex.



Our collection of various harnesses, corsets, dildos grew exponentially. We had different shapes, colors, (though my personal favorites are her pink and purple girl cocks). She would go into the closet every night and come out in a different girl cock to fuck me with. I really was in heaven. And don’t let me forget, we always shared my cum after we were done.



This morning, I had to get up real early to prepare for a big meeting at work. Kim sensed my nerves, and was doing her best to calm me down. I stood there, in our bathroom, wearing just a button down shirt, attempting to tie my tie properly, when I saw in the reflection Kim stroll up right behind me. Let me rephrase that, when I saw a stunningly beautiful realistic, veiny, pink dildo walk in, with my wife attached to it, with a huge smile. The short span of her walking from the door to me caused my cock to grow to its fullest potential.



She spun me around, and as I spun my cock slapped against hers, causing her to flutter as well as me. She kissed me hard, and grabbed both my cheeks to pull my cock against hers. She let one hand drop and grabbed both our dicks together and stroked them atop one another. My hands were fondling her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to reach down and finger her cunt as we rubbed ourselves together.



I slipped back a little and said, “Honey we can’t do this now, I will be late for work.”



“Yeah, you will, but you won’t be nervous after I am done with you.”



“OK, but you have to make it fast… and hard, real hard baby.” I started drooling anticipating the fuck I was to receive.



“Is there any other way to fuck that beautiful ass of yours?”



With that, I spun around, and leaned over, grabbing the sides of the sink. She leaned down and began to kiss my cheeks, slowly pulling them apart getting closer and closer to my anus. Finally kissing her way around my things to my anus, she blew on it gently, and lightly kissed it.



Splat, “OMG baby, fuck me now, my cock is leaking all over the floor.”



“Good, let me just get a hold of your sweet nectar to lube you up.”



Throughout the months as Kim fucked me more and more up the ass, my ass was always ready to take a cock, so while lube is always needed, not as much anymore. My ass begs for it!



She reaches around, swirls her hand all over my head, almost causing me to cum right there, grabs enough of my pre cum, and spreads it all over my ass, and her dildo. She slowly pops the head in, and ever so slowly inserts the whole length. Every inch that went into my ass caused my cock to grow another. I loved having her fill my ass.



She rested there, rubbing her hand all over my back, and hips. I am getting inpatient, and start to wiggle my ass. I start rocking back and forth. I pant impatiently as she just is watching me wiggle with a smile on her face while I wait for her to fuck me.



“Kim, fuck me! C’mon, pound me, what are you waiting for, FUCK ME, FUCK MEE!!!!!!!!!!!!” I was begging!



“Sorry, I just love to hear you beg and see you squirm”



She slowly starting to thrust in and out, getting all the way to the tip, then sliding slowly back in. I was breathing heavily, I started panting, and moaning. She started to gradually increase her speed. My moans increased with her, getting louder and louder.



“I can’t take it anymore of this teasing slow fuck, please, fuck me hard, harder, HARDER!”



Kim grabbed my hips, leaned in kissed me on the back, then just started to bang the living shit out of me! She was pounding as fast as she could and as hard as she could. I could her moaning and screaming as she tried as hard as she could to give me the best pounding of my life. She started to get so loud, until I couldn’t hear anything at all, until I realized it was me moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My cock was bobbing bouncing all over the place; throbbing so hard it hurt.



“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”



“YES, POUND MY ASS! FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN, OMG GOD, I AM GOING TO CUM, I CANT HOLD IT, FUCK MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSS!”



Kim reached forward and attempted to grab my cock, as it was bouncing all over the place, she had a tough time getting a hold. Once she did, she gave it one squeeze, and torrents of my cum just flew out with such force. My first couple of spurts splashed off her hand back onto my stomach, and as my spurts decreased she caught the rest in her hand.



She withdrew her cock from my ass, as I practically blacked out in pleasure, having collapsed over the sink. She leaned over my back, her breasts tickling me. She started to nibble my ear as she brought her hand to my face. I sucked my cum from her hand, licking each finger clean, all while she watched and had her tongue in my ear. I flipped over, and she slid down to lick the splashed back cum off my stomach. Coming back up to my face, with her tongue hanging out, covered in cum, I leaned forward to suck on her tongue, which turned into a very sensual kiss.



I looked over at the clock on the wall and jumped up immediately. I was already 10 minutes late. The next minutes were a blur as I raced to finish getting dressed, and getting my files in order. Kim left her pink strap-on on, and threw on a silk robe, and followed me downstairs. I downed a glass of OJ, and ran out the door.



Half way to my car, she called me back, with her standing in the open door, pink cock dangling between her legs, and her robe half open, she reached out and swiped a bit of cum off my cheek. “You can’t go into the office with this on your face.” Whew, thank god she caught that. I sucked her finger quickly, gave her a quick kiss and left. Kim stood there for a second, and sucked her finger clean as she watched me leave.



As I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed our neighbor Cindy there, in her garden, with a very wide smile, waving at me.



Uh oh, I hope she didn’t see my wife. I panicked briefly, quickly waved back and sped off. As I drove to work, I thought less about her seeing us, and focused more on work, but little did I know, she saw and heard everything. :)

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